Glory is the child of peril.
Who bravely dares must sometimes risk a fall.
The capital is become an overgrown monster; which, like a dropsical head, will in time leave the body and extremities without nourishment and support.
Some folks are wise and some are otherwise.
A mere index hunter, who held the eel of science by the tail.
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.