It's an unwritten rule that you lock the gate when you leave the swimming pool.

But if now / You ſhould (as cruell fathers do) proclame / Your right, and Tyrant like uſurp the glory / Of my peculiar honours, not deriv'd / From ſucceſſary, but purchas'd with my bloud, / Then I muſt ſtand firſt Champion for my ſelfe, / Againſt all interpoſers.

In the front room, on an old taupe overstuffed sofa, the head of the house lay in a blanket bathrobe, […]

I none the less hold that [John Maynard Keynes'] insights were several orders more profound and realistic than those of his recent critics.