When the blind lead the blind, no wonder they both fall into - matrimony.
Grant me some wild expressions, Heavens, or I shall burst.
Like hungry guests, a sitting audience looks / Plays are like suppers; poets are the cooks / The founder's you; the table is this place / The carvers we; the prologue is the grace / Each act a course, each scene, a different dish.
One may like the love and despise the lover.
Charming women can true converts make, We love the precepts for the teacher's sake.
Aimwell: Then you understand Latin, Mr. Bonniface? Bonniface: Not I, Sir, as the saying is, but he talks it so very fast that I'm sure it must be good.