My wife is one of the best wimin on this Continent, altho' she isn't always gentle as a lamb with mint sauce.
We can't all be Washingtons, but we can all be patriots.
I have already given two cousins to the war and I stand ready to sacrifice my wife's brother.
The happy married man dies in good stile at home, surrounded by his weeping wife and children. The old bachelor don't die at all — he sort of rots away, like a pollywog's tail.