A mere index hunter, who held the eel of science by the tail.
There is not room to swing a cat.
I think for my part one half of the nation is mad - and the other not very sound.
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.
Who bravely dares must sometimes risk a fall.
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.