Satire does not look pretty upon a tombstone.
A man cannot have a pure mind who refuses apple dumplings.
(The pig) hath a fair sepulchre in the grateful stomach of the judicious epicure - and for such a tomb might be content to die.
How sickness enlarges the dimension of a manโs self to himself!
Since all the maids are good and lovable, from whence come the bad wives?
To be sick is to enjoy monarchical prerogatives.