A thing of beauty is a joy forever.

However I with thee have fixt my Lot, Certain to undergoe like doom[…]

She was seriously cut up over her dog disappearing.

The Chairman felt it his imperative duty to demand of the honourable gentleman, whether he had used the expression which had just escaped him in a common sense. Mr. Blotton had no hesitation in saying that he had not—he had used the word in its Pickwickian sense.