to sweeten life

I learned long ago that the secret to winning over a conservaturd is greed.

That poets are far rarer births than kings.

Look here, sir, this is all very well, he began, but why can't I fall in love with your daughter? I'm a Doctor of Science and all that sort of thing. I've a perfectly decent outlook. My father was rather a swell in his science. I'm an entirely decent and respectable person. / I beg to differ, said Mr. Pope. / But I am. / Again, said Mr. Pope, with great patience, and a slight forward bowing of the head, I beg to differ.