Enlarge my life with multitude of days, In health, in sickness, thus the suppliant prays; Hides from himself his state, and shuns to know, That life protracted is protracted woe. Time hovers o'er, impatient to destroy, And shuts up all the passages of joy.
Samuel JohnsonYour manuscript is both good and original; but the part that is good is not original, and the part that is original is not good.
Samuel Johnson