See in what peace a Christian can die.
It is not the business of virtue to extirpate the affections of the mind, but to regulate them.
The schoolboy counts the time till the return of the holidays; the minor longs to be of age; the lover is impatient till he is married.
The time never lies heavy upon him; it is impossible for him to be alone.
All of heaven we have below.
Every man in the time of courtship and in the first entrance of marriage, puts on a behavior like my correspondent's holiday suit.