“Imagination fondly stoops to trace
The parlor splendors of that festive place.”
_Goldsmith’s Deserted Village._
“Manners are what vex or soothe, corrupt or purify, exalt or debase,
barbarise or refine us, by a constant, steady, uniform, insensible
operation, like that of the air we breathe in.”
_Burke’s First Letter on a Regicide Peace._
“And I do seriously approve of that saying of yours, ‘that you would
rather be a civil, well-governed, well-grounded, temperate, poor angler,
than a drunken lord.’ But I hope there is none such.”
_Walton’s Angler._
“‘Mon petit faquin de philosophé,’ dit le Chevalier de Grammont,
‘tu fais ici le Caton de Normandie.’”
“‘Est-ce que je mens?’ poursuivit Saint-Evremond.”
_Memoires de Grammont._