Reap the rich harvest of your fall to earth.

I leave you in the charge of the kindest of nurses, next to the wife of my bosom the best of women.
Appreciate her, sir, or perish in my esteem.

She is one whom not to love is to be guilty of an offence deserving capital punishment, and a bastinado to season the culprit for his execution.

Have I not often informed her myself that a flower from her hand means more than treasures from the hands of others.

Expect me absent for a week.