Life is too short for chess.

The devil was the first democrat

And Mocha's berry, from Arabia pure, In small fine china cups, came in at last. Gold cups of filigree, made to secure the hand from burning, underneath them place. Cloves, cinnamon and saffron, too, were boiled Up with the coffee, which, I think, they spoiled.

Your thief looks Exactly like the rest, or rather better; 'Tis only at the bar, and in the dungeon, That wise men know your felon by his features.

He scratched his ear, the infallible resource to which embarrassed people have recourse.

I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.

Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.