You shall see them on a beautiful quarto page, where a neat rivulet of text shall meander through a meadow of margin. - Richard Brinsley Sheridan

Just. Why, zounds! will you hear me or no?

LADY TEAZLE. Sir Peter — Sir Peter you — may scold or smile, according to your Humour[,] but I ought to have my own way in everything, and what’s more I will too — what! tho’ I was educated in the country I know very well that women of Fashion in London are accountable to nobody after they are married. SIR PETER. Very well! ma’am very well! so a husband is to have no influence, no authority? LADY TEAZLE. Authority! no, to be sure — if you wanted authority over me, you should have adopted me and not married me[:] I am sure you were old enough.

Certainly nothing is unnatural that is not physically impossible.