We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a disappointed woman; scorned, slighted, dismissed without a parting pang.
You know, one had as good be out of the world, as out of the fashion.
Old houses mended, Cost little less than new before they're ended.
So mourn'd the dame of Ephesus her love.
Who fears t' offend takes the first step to please.
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.