Petitions, not sweetened with gold, are but unsavory and oft refused; or, if received, are pocketed, not read.
My dancing days are past.
Tis the only discipline we are born for; all studies else are but as circular lines, and death the center where they all must meet.
Black detraction will find faults where they are not.
What pity 'tis, one that can speak so well, Should in his actions be so ill!
Cheerful looks make every dish a feast, and it is that which crowns a welcome.