He will be the last to discover the disgrace of his house.
Many suffer from the incurable disease of writing, and it becomes chronic in their sick minds.
No one every suddenly became depraved.
No one ever reached the worst of a vice at one leap
We deem those happy who, from the experience of life, have learned to bear its ills, without being overcome by them.
Nature confesses that she has bestowed on the human race hearts of softest mould, in that she has given us tears.