I know not, Madam, that you have a right, upon moral principles, to make your readers suffer so much.

There is no being so poor and so contemptible, who does not think there is somebody still poorer, and still more contemptible.

A man, sir, should keep his friendship in a constant repair.

An age that melts in unperceiv'd decay, And glides in modest innocence away.

Such is the common process of marriage. A youth and maiden exchange meeting by chance, or brought together by artifice, exchange glances, reciprocate civilities, go home, and dream of one another. Having little to divert attention, or diversify thought, they find themselves uneasy when they are apart, and therefore conclude that they shall be happy together. They marry, and discover what nothing but voluntary blindness had before concealed; they wear out life in altercations, and charge nature with cruelty.

It is better to suffer wrong than to do it.

Tears are often to be found where there is little sorrow, and the deepest sorrow without any tears.