My salad days$$$
When I was green in judgement$$$ cold in blood.

O happy horse$$$ to bear the weight of Antony!

Eternity was in our lips and in our eyes.

Let Rome in Tiber melt$$$ and the wide arch
Of the ranged empire fall: here is my space.

And you shall see in him
The triple pillar of the world transformed
Into a strumpet’s fool.

It may be said here that the wise policy of the British Government severely punishes a disregard of the practices of the native religions.

His countenance possessed in the highest degree what physiognomists call "repose in action$$$" a quality of those who act rather than talk.

A true Englishman doesn't joke when he is talking about so serious a thing as a wager.

As for seeing the town$$$ the idea never occurred to him$$$ for he was the sort of Englishman who$$$ on his travels$$$ gets his servant to do his sightseeing for him.

If to live in this style is to be eccentric$$$ it must be confessed that there is something good in eccentricity.