Credit me, fairest lady, said the knight, that such is the cunning of our English courtiers of the hodiernal strain, that, as they have infinitely refined upon the plain and rusticial discourse of our fathers, … so I hold it ineffably and unutterably improbable, that those who may succeed us in that garden of wit and courtesy shall alter or amend it.[]

Now, Merilyn is neither bizarre nor eccentric in the ordinary sense but when she started talking about the ‘presence’ in her shop I thought she was extracting the urine.

It is painful for the owners of malinvestments but fast and efficient.

If any of the Labourers can ſcratch out a Pamphlet, they deſire no more; There is no Queſtion offered about the Wit, the Style, the Argument.