Flushed with success, full gallery and pit, Thou bravest all mankind with want of wit; Nay, in short time wer't grown so proud a ninny, As scarce to allow that Ben himself had any; But when the men of sense thy error saw, They checked thy muse, and kept the termagant in awe.
— from The Works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 10 by John Dryden
By means of spectacles the eye, so to say, escapes from the decay of age, which troubles almost all the other organs.
— from The Physiology of Taste; Or, Transcendental Gastronomy by Brillat-Savarin
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