You know, one had as good be out of the world, as out of the fashion.
Who fears t' offend takes the first step to please.
Oh! How many torments lie in the small circle of a wedding ring.
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.
So mourn'd the dame of Ephesus her love.
A weak invention of the Enemy.