The will for the deed.

Stolen sweets are best.

Tea! thou soft, thou sober, sage, and venerable liquid, . . . thou female tongue-running, smile-smoothing, heart-opening, wind-tippling cordial, to whose glorious insipidity I owe the happiest moment of my life, let me fall prostrate.

As good be out of the World as out of the Fashion.

Possession is eleven points in the law.

Old houses mended,
Cost little less than new before they ’re ended.