When We See Our Enemies And Friends

Time Is, Of All Modes Of Existence, Most Obsequious To The Imagination.

There Are Certain Topicks Which Are Never Exhausted. Of Some Images And Sentiments The Mind Of Man May Be Said To Be Enamoured; It Meets Them, However Often They Occur, With The Same Ardour Which A Lover Feels At The Sight Of His Mistress, And Parts From Them With The Same Regret When They Can No Longer Be Enjoyed.

My Diseases Are An Asthma And A Dropsy And, What Is Less Curable, Seventy-five.

This Merriment Of Parsons Is Mighty Offensive.

Some Desire Is Necessary To Keep Life In Motion, And He Whose Real Wants Are Supplied Must Admit Those Of Fancy.