As old Chaucer was wont to say, that broad famous English poet

Wilt make haste to give up thy verdict because thou wilt not lose thy dinner.

That disease Of which all old men sicken,—avarice.

’Tis slight, not strength, that gives the greatest lift.

From thousands of our undone widows One may derive some wit.

In spite of my teeth.

Beat all your feathers as flat down as pancakes.