When every blessed thing you have is made of silver, or of gold, you long for simple pewter.
W. S. GilbertWhen you are lying awake with a dismal headache, and repose is tabooed by anxiety, I conceive you may use any language you choose to indulge in without impropriety.
W. S. GilbertI am a courtier grave and serious Who is about to kiss your hand: Try to combine a pose imperious With a demeanour nobly bland.
W. S. Gilbert