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 JohnsonWhen a man feel the reprehension of a friend seconded by his own heart, he is easily heated into resentment.
Samuel Johnson