A man's opinion of danger varies at different times, in consequence of an irregular tide of animal spirits; and he is actuated by considerations which he dares not avow.

The bread I eat in London, is a deleterious paste, mixed up with chalk, alum, and bone ashes: insipid to the taste, and destructive to the constitution.

There is not room to swing a cat.

The great Cham of literature. (Samuel Johnson)

Of this diversion the Scots are so fond, that, when the weather will permit, you may see a multitude of all ranks, from the senator of justice to the lowest tradesman, mingled together, in their shirts, and following the balls with utmost eagerness.

False as the fowler's artful snare.

The capital is become an overgrown monster; which, like a dropsical head, will in time leave the body and extremities without nourishment and support.