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.
Oh! How many torments lie in the small circle of a wedding ring.
So mourn'd the dame of Ephesus her love.
Possession is eleven points in the law.
Who fears t' offend takes the first step to please.
Faint is the bliss, that never past thro' pain.