To be sick is to enjoy monarchical prerogatives.
What have I gained by health? Intolerable dullness. What by mode meals? A total blank.
We are nothing; less than nothing, and dreams. We are only what might have been, and must wait upon the tedious shores of Lethe millions of ages before we have existence, and a name.
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
It is good to have friends at court.
He who hath not a dram of folly in his mixture hath pounds of much worse matter in his composition.