Were I Diogenes, I would not move out of a kilderkin into a hogshead, though the first had had nothing but small beer in it, and the second reeked claret.
Tis the privilege of friendship to talk nonsense, and to have nonsense respected.
There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet.
The vices of some men are magnificent.
Since all the maids are good and lovable, from whence come the bad wives?
Much depends upon when and where you read a book. In the five or six impatient minutes before the dinner is quite ready, who would think of taking up the Faerie Queen for a stopgap, or a volume of Bishop Andrews's Sermons?