War: that mad game the world so loves to play.
I won't quarrel with my bread and butter.
An English tongue, if refined to a certain standard, might perhaps be fixed forever.
I know Sir John will go, though he was sure it would rain cats and dogs.
Faith, that's as well said as if I had said it myself.
It is the folly of too many to mistake the echo of a London coffee-house for the voice of the kingdom.