I drink, I huff, I strut, look big and stare; And all this I can do, because I dare.

Kisses are but like sands of gold and silver, found upon the ground which are not worth much themselves but as they promise a mine near too be dig'd.

What a Devil is the Plot good for, but to bring in fine things?

A mans fame and hayre grow most after death, and are both equally uselesse.

I drink, I huff, I strut, look big and stare; And all this I can do, because I dare.

We recognised that just putting more flights and more passengers into the skies over southeast England wasn't worth the environmental costs we-re paying.

She that would raise a noble love must find Ways to beget a passion for her mind; She must be that which she to the world would seem, For all true love is grounded on esteem: Plainness and truth gain more a generous heart Than all the crooked subtleties of art.