The right honorable gentlemen is indebted to his memory for his jests, and to his imagination for his facts. - Richard Brinsley Sheridan

We will not anticipate the past; so mind, young people, — our retrospection will be all to the future.

Rosy. He says he’ll undertake to cure you for three thousand pounds. Mrs. Bri. Three thousand pounds! three thousand halters! — No, lovee, you shall never submit to such impositions; die at once, and be a customer to none of them. Just. I won’t die, Bridget — I don’t like death.

If it is abuse,—why one is always sure to hear of it from one damned goodnatured friend or another!