Silks, velvets, calicoes, and the whole lexicon of female fopperies.
Lord, Madame, I have fed like a farmer; I shall grow as fat as a porpoise.
The preaching of divines helps to preserve well-inclined men in the course of virtue, but seldom or ever reclaims the vicious.
This wine should be eaten, it is too good to be drunk.
Life is a tragedy wherein we sit as spectators for a while and then act our part in it.
Rhetoric in serious discourses is like the flowers in corn; pleasing to those who come only for amusement, but prejudicial to him who would reap profit from it.