In a fleshly tomb, I am buried above ground.
Strange as it may seem, the most ludicrous lines I ever wrote have been written in the saddest mood.
Events of all sorts creep or fly exactly as God pleases.
We sacrifice to dress till household joys and comforts cease. Dress drains our cellar dry, and keeps our larder lean.
The solemn fop; significant and budge; A fool with judges, amongst fools a judge
There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart; he does not feel for man.