British Beatitudes! ... Beer, beef, business, bibles, bulldogs, battleships, buggery and bishops.
I should tell you that honestly, on my honour of a Nearwicked, I always think in a wordworth's of that primed favourite continental poet, Daunty, Gouty and Shopkeeper, A.G., whom the generality admoyers in this that is and that this is to come.
You can still die when the sun is shining.
Wipe your glosses with what you know.
Time is, time was, but time shall be no more.
I fear those big words, Stephen said, which make us so unhappy.