If there be a regal solitude, it is a sick-bed. How the patient lords it there!
My only books Were woman's looks,- And folly 's all they 've taught me.
Not if I know myself at all.
A babe is fed with milk and praise.
Coleridge declares that a man cannot have a good conscience who refuses apple dumplings, and I confess that I am of the same opinion.
May be the truth is, that one pipe is wholesome, two pipes toothsome, three pipes noisome, four pipes fulsome, five pipes quarrelsome; and that's the some on't.