All panegyrics are mingled with an infusion of poppy.
We have enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love one another.
Lord, Madame, I have fed like a farmer; I shall grow as fat as a porpoise.
A fig for partridges and quails, ye dainties I know nothing of ye; But on the highest mount in Wales Would choose in peace to drink my coffee.
The sight of you is good for sore eyes.
I always love to begin a journey on Sundays, because I shall have the prayers of the church to preserve all that travel by land, or water.