Grandmother, born in County Tyrone, believed as a good Irishwoman that there were only three kinds of tea fit to drink, none of th...em storebought. The first quality was kept, sensibly enough, in China. The second picking was sent directly to Ireland. The third and lowest grade went, of course, to the benighted British. And all the tea used in our house came once a year, in one or two beautiful soldered tin boxes, from Dublin. Then only would we know it to be second to what the Dowager Empress of China was drinking, while the other Old Lady in Buckingham Palace sipped our dregs, as served her right. ...My grandmother died before tea bags. I am grateful. My mother never admitted their existence.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A man so various, that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome.... Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong; Was everything by starts, and nothing long: But in the course of one revolving moon Was chemist, fiddler, statesman and buffoon.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Where you are liberal of your loves and counsels, Be sure you be not loose; for those you make friends... And give your hearts to, when they once perceive The least rub in your fortunes, fall away Like water from ye, never found again But where they mean to sink ye.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I can counterfeit the deep tragedian, Speak, and look back, and pry on every side,... Tremble and start at wagging of a straw, Intending deep suspicion. Ghastly looks Are at my service like enforced smiles, And both are ready in their offices At any time to grace my stratagems.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
That high All-seer which I dallied with Hath turned my feigned prayer on my head,... And given in earnest what I begged in jest.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We know each other's faces; for our hearts, He knows no more of mine than I of yours,... Or I of his, my lord, than you of mine.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »