A man may surely be allowed to take a glass of wine by his own fireside. - Richard Brinsley Sheridan

Graced by those signs which truth delights to own, The timid blush, and mild submitted tone: Whate’er she says, though sense appear throughout, Displays the tender hue of female doubt; Deck’d with that charm, how lovely wit appears,

Death's a debt; his mandamus binds all alike — no bail, no demurrer.

You shall see them on a beautiful quarto page where a neat rivulet of text shall meander through a meadow of margin.