It is the fine rain that soaks us through.
I know of no sorrow greater than that occasioned by a delay of the post.
Ah, what a grudge I owe physicians! what mummery is their art!
Racine will pass away like the taste for coffee.
The heart never becomes wrinkled.
We like so much to hear people talk of us and of our motives, that we are charmed even when they abuse us.