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.
I must complain the cards are ill shuffled till I have a good hand.
I wonder what fool it was that first invented kissing.
Every man desires to live long, but no man wishes to be old.
She wears her clothes as if they were thrown on with a pitchfork.
So geographers, in Africa maps, With savage pictures fill their gaps, And o'er uninhabitable downs Place elephants for want of towns