I deny nothing, but doubt everything.
Marriage, from love, like vinegar from wine-- A sad, sour sober beverage--by time Is sharpened from its high celestial flavor Down to a very homely household savor.
Opinions are made to be changed or how is truth to be got at?
The Cardinal is at his wit's end - it is true that he had not far to go.
Reason is so unreasonable, that few people can say they are in possession of it.
But beef is rare within these oxless isles; Goat's flesh there is, no doubt, and kid, and mutton; And, when a holiday upon them smiles, A joint upon their barbarous spits they put on.