Somebody says, that nature may make a fool, but a coxcomb is always of his own making.
Heart, I took it for granted, he had none; how should a coxcomb come by a heart?
Whatever might be said of others, thou, at least, wast no coxcomb.
Now let him, he has my consent, be as great a coxcomb as ever wore red heels.
He felt a desire to tell this coxcomb just what he thought of ...