I accept refreshment at any hands, however lowly.
My family pride is something inconceivable. I can't help it. I was born sneering.
When every blessed thing you have is made of silver, or of gold, you long for simple pewter.
It isn't so much what's on the table that matters, as what's on the chairs.
When in that House MPs divide/If they've a brain and cerebellum, too/They've got to leave that brain outside/And vote just as their leaders tell 'em to.
When 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.