Thomas Freeman (circa 1591-1614).
CANDAL—what one half the world takes a pleasure in inventing, and the other half in believing.
Horace Smith, The Tin Trumpet.
LL'S for the best, indeed
Such is My simple creed;
Still I must go and weed
Hard in my garden.
Frederick Locker, London Lyrics.
HERE'S the use of talking to a woman with babbies? She's got no conscience—no conscience—it's all run to milk.
Bartle Massey, in George Eliot's Adam Bede.