‘Tis pleasant, sure, to see one’s name in print. A book’s a book, although there’s nothing in ‘t.
A knock-down argument; ’tis but a word and a blow.
Have friends. ‘Tis a second existence.
‘Tis well enough for a servant to be bred at an University. But the education is a little too pedantic for a gentleman.
Say what you will, ’tis better to be left than never to have been loved.
Though language forms the preacher, ‘Tis good works make the man.
Disguise our bondage as we will, ‘Tis woman, woman, rules us still.
‘Tis the sharpness of our mind that gives the edge to our pains and pleasures.
‘Tis education forms the common mind; just as the twig is bent the tree’s inclined.
‘Tis folly to be wise.