A dumb tongue can be a heavy liar Accounting his tight blue tail coat and brass buttons a victory Advised not to push at a shut gate Always the shout for more produced it ("News") Amused after their tiresome work of slaughter And her voice, against herself, was for England Anecdotist to slaughter families for the amusement As faith comes--no saying how; one swears by them As for comparisons, they are flowers thrown into the fire As if the age were the injury! Be the woman and have the last word! Bent double to gather things we have tossed away Brains will beat Grim Death if we have enough of them But a great success is full of temptations Call of the great world's appetite for more (Invented news) Charity that supplied the place of justice was not thanked Cock-sure has crowed low by sunset Contempt of military weapons and ridicule of the art of war Could affect me then, without being flung at me Country enclosed us to make us feel snug in our own importance Courage to grapple with his pride and open his heart was wanting Deeds only are the title Detested titles, invented by the English Did not know the nature of an oath, and was dismissed Dogs' eyes have such a sick look of love Drank to show his disdain of its powers Drink is their death's river, rolling them on helpless Earl of Cressett fell from his coach-box in a fit Enemy's laugh is a bugle blown in the night Everlastingly in this life the better pays for the worse Fatal habit of superiority stopped his tongue Father used to say, four hours for a man, six for a woman Father and she were aware of one another without conversing Festive board provided for them by the valour of their fathers Flung him, pitied him, and passed on Foe can spoil my face; he beats me if he spoils my temper Fond, as they say, of his glass and his girl Found that he 'cursed better upon water' Fun, at any cost, is the one object worth a shot Good-bye to sorrow for a while--Keep your tears for the living Had got the trick of lying, through fear of telling the truth Hard enough for a man to be married to a fool He did not vastly respect beautiful women He was a figure on a horse, and naught when off it He had wealth for a likeness of strength He wants the whip; ought to have had it regularly He was the prisoner of his word Heartily she thanked the girl for the excuse to cry Hearts that make one soul do not separately count their gifts Her intimacy with a man old enough to be her grandfather Himself in the worn old surplice of the converted rake I hate sleep: I hate anything that robs me of my will Ideas in gestation are the dullest matter you can have Injury forbids us to be friends again Innocence and uncleanness may go together It was an honest buss, but dear at ten thousand Lies are usurers' coin we pay for ten thousand per cent Life is the burlesque of young dreams Limit was two bottles of port wine at a sitting Little boy named Tommy Wedger said he saw a dead body go by