… Oh, these vild women, That are so ill preservers of men’s honours, They cannot govern their own honesties!

Algernon, in a condition of masculine nescience, lets himself become engaged to a woman of whom he knows nothing.

However you eat them, tongue and chicken and new bread are very good things, and no one minds being sprinkled a little with soda-water on a really fine hot day.

Lindsay might be seedy […] or I might by some unlooked-for providence suddenly develop a slashing game.