Surfeits kill more than fasting does.
Will the kindness of this letter excuse the shortness of it?
But 'tis a sad thing that all one's happiness is only that the world does not know you are miserable.
I find so many things to fear and so few to hope.
To marry for love were no reproachful thing if we did not see that of ten thousand couples that do it, hardly one can be brought for an example that it may be done and not repented afterwards.
Tis an admirable thing to see how some people will labour to find out terms that may obscure a plain sense, like a gentleman I knew, who would never say 'the weather grew cold,' but that 'winter begins to salute us.' I have no patience for such coxcombs.