Those dreams that on the silent night intrude, and with false flitting shapes our minds delude ... are mere productions of the brain. And fools consult interpreters in vain.
Vanity is a natural object of temptation to a woman.
Your onions should be thoroughly boiled.
Under the rose, since here are none but friends, To own the truth we have some private ends.
Possession, they say, is eleven points of the law.
Pray steal me not, I'm Mrs. Dingley's, Whose heart in this four-footed thing lies.