My hearing has suffered seriously; just now I am obliged to have the assistance of an ear trumpet. Think of that, my beauty! - There 's a state for your old Lover to be in! - No more tender whisperings! Imagine sweet confessions to be made through an ear trumpet!
For dhrames always go by conthraries, my dear.
There's luck in odd numbers.
Circumstances are the rulers of the weak; they are but the instruments of the wise.
Come live in my heart, and pay no rent.
Better to be safe than sorry.