"Heaven be praised, for I have known this same love turn many a bearded man into a puling boy."
"It can exalt the heart of a coward into that of a hero. It can expand the bosom of the austere hermit into that of a jovial toper"——
"And endow Bothwell, the hellicate rake, with all the virtues of Bothan, the saint and confessor."
"I wish all the imps in hell had thee!" said the Earl, turning away.
"I thank thee for thy good wishes," replied his friend, reeling a little; "and so thou hast really and irrevocably given thy heart to this grey-eyed Norwegian."
"Grey-eyed, thou blind mole! Her eyes are of the brightest and purest blue."
"I say grey, by all the furies! and I protest, that I love neither grey-eyes nor the name of Anna."
"Wherefore, most sapient Hob?"
"Because I never knew an Anne that was not cold-hearted, or a grey-eyed woman that was not cunning as a red tod."
"Marry! a proper squire to judge of beauty," said the Earl laughing; but, nevertheless, feeling very much provoked. "But thou wilt know how to shape thy discourse, when I say that I am about to ask her hand of Erick Rosenkrantz."