The keenest pangs the wretched find Are rapture to the dreary void, The leafless desert of the mind, The waste of feelings unemployed.

Next to dressing for a rout or ball, undressing is a woe.

There's not a sea the passenger e'er pukes in, Turns up more dangerous breakers than the Euxine.

Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean

A bargain is in its very essence a hostile transaction do not all men try to abate the price of all they buy? I contend that a bargain even between brethren is a declaration of war.

He had kept The whiteness of his soul, and thus men o'er him wept.

Champagne with its foaming whirls/As white as Cleopatra's pearls.