O, had I but followed the arts!
Tis safter to be that which we destroy Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.
I have lov'd her ever since I saw her; and still I see her beautiful
And worse I may be yet: the worst is not So long as we can say 'This is the worst.
Sir, he's a good dog, and a fair dog.
He was not so much brain as earwax