WEET is revenge—especially to women.
Lord Byron, Don Juan.
plain leg of mutton, my Lucy,
I prithee get ready at three;
Have it smoking and tender and juicy,
And what better meat can there be?
And when it has feasted the master,
'Twill amply suffice for the maid;
Meanwhile, I will smoke my canaster,
And tipple my ale in the shade.
W. M. Thackeray.
'AMOUR est comme les maladies épidémiques; plus on les craint, plus on y est exposé.
Chamfort, Maximes.