Till taught by pain, men know not water's worth.

It is very iniquitous to make me pay my debts - you have no idea of the pain it gives one.

This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction.

This is the patent age of new inventions for killing bodies, and for saving souls. All propagated with the best intentions.

I shall soon be six-and-twenty. Is there anything in the future that can possibly console us for not being always twenty-five?

Tis said that persons living on annuities Are longer lived than others.

I should like to know who has been carried off, except poor dear me - I have been more ravished myself than anybody since the Trojan war.