But with what incessant and grievous ills is old age surrounded!
She knows no difference 'twixt head and privities who devours immense oysters at midnight.
Every great house is full of haughty servants.
We deem those happy who, from the experience of life, have learned to bear its ills, without being overcome by them.
They whose sole bliss is eating can give but that one brutish reason why they live.
Beasts of like kind will spare those of kindred spots.