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.

All letters, methinks, should be free and easy as one's discourse, not studied, as an oration, nor made up of hard words like a charm.

What an age do we live in, when 'tis a miracle if in ten couples that are married, two of them live so as not to publish to the world that they cannot agree.

I find so many things to fear and so few to hope.

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.