The true touchstone of wit is the impromptu.
Ah, there are no longer any children!
Show some mercy to this chair which has stretched out its arms to you for so long; please satisfy its desire to embrace you!
Oh, I may be devout, but I am human all the same.
A good husband be the best sort of plaster for to cure a young woman's ailments.
Ah! how annoying that the law doesn't allow a woman to change husbands just as one does shirts.