Persuasion tips his tongue whene'er he talks, And he has chambers in King's Bench walks. - Colley Cibber

Losers must have leave to speak.

Tea! Thou soft, thou sober, sage, and venerable liquid, thou innocent pretence for bringing the wicked of both sexes together in a morning; thou female tongue-running, smile-smoothing, heart- opening, wink-tipping cordial, to whose glorious insipidity I owe the happiest moment of my life, let me fall prostrate thus, and … adore thee.

Prithee don’t screw your wit beyond the compass of good manners.