Ay, do despise me, I'm the prouder for it; I like to be despised.
I won't quarrel with my bread and butter.
My father had a small Estate in Nottinghamshire; I was the Third of five Sons.
Pray steal me not, I'm Mrs. Dingley's, Whose heart in this four-footed thing lies.
Every day is an opportunity to make a new happy ending. May you live all the days of your life.
My hunger serves me instead of a clock.