He will be loved when dead, who was envied when he was living.
He will always be a slave who does not know how to live upon a little.
I am frightened at seeing all the footprints directed towards thy den, and none returning.
In my youth I thought of writing a satire on mankind! but now in my age I think I should write an apology for them.
It is sweet to let the mind unbend on occasion.
Never without a shilling in my purse.