They are the affectation of affectation

Much may be said on both sides.

Enough is equal to a feast.

Oh, the roast beef of England, And old England's roast beef!

Oons, sir! do you say that I am drunk? I say, sir, that I am as sober as a judge.

Money is the fruit of evil as often as the root of it.

The dusky night rides down the sky, And ushers in the morn; The hounds all join in glorious cry, The huntsman winds his horn, And a-hunting we will go.