There are three classes into which all the women past seventy that ever I knew were to be divided: 1. That dear old soul; 2. That old woman; 3. That old witch.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeThe fastidious taste will find offence in the occasional vulgarisms, or what we now call slang, which not a few of our writers seem to have affected.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeMay all the stars hang bright above her dwelling, Silent as though they watched the sleeping earth!
Samuel Taylor Coleridge