What care I what the men ud run after? Its well seen what choice the most of em know how to make, by the poor draggle-tails o wives you see, like bits o gauze ribbon, good for nothing when the colours gone.
Mr. Bede, will you take some vinegar with your lettuce? Aye, youre i th right not. It spoils the flavour o the chine, to my thinking. Its poor eating where the flavour o the meat lies i the cruets. Theres folks as make bad butter, and trusten to the salt thide it.
I know that dancins nonsense; but if you stick at everything because its nonsense, you wonna go far i this life. When your broths ready-made for you, you mun swallow the thickenin, or else let the broth alone.
Id sooner ha brewin day and washin day together than one o these pleasurin days. Theres no work so tirin as danglin about an starin, an not rightly knowin what youre goin to do next; and keepin your face i smilin order, like a grocer o market day, for fear people shouldna think you civil enough. An youve nothing to show fort when its done, if it isnt a yallow face wi eatin things as disagree.
Ive had my say out, and I shall be th easier fort all my life. Theres no pleasure i living, if youre to be corked up for ever, and only dribble your mind out by the sly, like a leaky barrel. I shant repent saying what I think, if I live to be as old as th old squire; and theres little likelihoods, for it seems as if them as arent wanted here are th only folks as arent wanted i the other world.