Prithee don't screw your wit beyond the compass of good manners.
So mourn'd the dame of Ephesus her love.
Possession is eleven points in the law.
You know, one had as good be out of the world, as out of the fashion.
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.
The happy have whole days, and those they choose. The unhappy have but hours, and those they lose.