SAMUEL FOOTE

So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage leaf to make an apple pie; and at the same time a great she-bear, coming up the street pops its head into the shop. What! no soap? So he died, and she very imprudently married the barber; and there were present the Picninnies, and the Grand Panjandrum himself, with the little round button at top, and they all fell to playing the game of catch as catch can, till the gunpowder ran out at the heels of their boots.

One who preserves all the exterior decencies of ignorance.

Born in a cellar... and living in a garret.

Woman, I tell you, is a microcosm; and rightly to rule her, requires as great talents as to govern a state.

He is not only dull in himself, but the cause of dullness in others.

Death and the dice level all distinctions.

When house and land are gone and spent, then learning is most excellent.

So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage-leaf, to make an apple-pie; and at the same time a great she-bear, coming up the street, pops its head into the shop. 'What! no soap?' So he died, and she very imprudently married the barber.

He who is good at excuses is generally good for nothing else.

Born in a cellar... and living in a garret.

He is not only dull in himself, but the cause of dullness in others.

When house and land are gone and spent, then learning is most excellent.

Death and the dice level all distinctions.

So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage-leaf, to make an apple-pie; and at the same time a great she-bear, coming up the street, pops its head into the shop. 'What! no soap?' So he died, and she very imprudently married the barber.

So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage leaf to make an apple pie; and at the same time a great she-bear, coming up the street pops its head into the shop. What! no soap? So he died, and she very imprudently married the barber; and there were present the Picninnies, and the Grand Panjandrum himself, with the little round button at top, and they all fell to playing the game of catch as catch can, till the gunpowder ran out at the heels of their boots.

One who preserves all the exterior decencies of ignorance.

He who is good at excuses is generally good for nothing else.

Woman, I tell you, is a microcosm; and rightly to rule her, requires as great talents as to govern a state.