But one string won't tie a cap; one hand can't shake hands along with itself: you must have two strings to it, and that brings one glass more.

Well then, what is the use of two strings if they ain't fastened?
If you want to keep the cap on, it must be tied, that's sartain, and that is another go; and then, minister, what an everlastin' miserable stingy, ongenteel critter a feller must be, that won't drink to the health of the Female Brewer.
Well, that's another glass to sweethearts and wives, and then turn in for sleep, and that's what I intend to do to-night.

I guess I'll tie the night-cap this hitch, if I never do agin, and that's a fact." "Oh Sam, Sam," said Mr.Hopewell, "for a man that is wide awake and duly sober, I never saw one yet that talked such nonsense as you do.

You said, you understood me, but you don't, one mite or morsel; but men are made differently, some people's narves operate on the brain sens_itively_ and give them exquisite pain or excessive pleasure; other folks seem as if they had no narves at all.

You understand my words, but you don't enter into my feelings.