Prithee don't screw your wit beyond the compass of good manners.
The happy have whole days.
Faint is the bliss, that never past thro' pain.
Possession is eleven points in the law.
Tea! thou soft, sober, sage and venerable liquid;- thou female tongue-running, smile-smoothing, heart-opening, wink-tippling cordial, to whose glorious insipidity I owe the happiest moment of my life, let me fall prostrate.
A weak invention of the Enemy.