Thou art a retailer of phrases, and dost deal in remnants of remnants.
How hard a thing 'twould be to please you all.
They are at the end of the gallery; retired to their tea and scandal, according to their ancient custom.
But say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved. To pass our youth in dull indifference, to refuse the sweets of life because they once must leave us, is as preposterous as to wish to have been born old, because we one day must be old.
He that first cries out stop thief, is often he that has stolen the treasure.
Men are apt to offend ('tis true) where they find most goodness to forgive.