No. 35. A marriage of prudence without affection.
Such, Sir, was my situation for seven years, till at last my patience was exhausted.
Such, Sir, was my situation for seven years, till at last my patience was exhausted.
Thus our whole conversation passed in dangers, and cares, and fears, and consolations, and stories of ladies dragged in the mire…
Alternate rest and labour long endure.
In calamities which operate chiefly on our passions, such as diminution of fortune, loss of friends, or declension of character, the chief danger of impatience is upon the first attack.
As all errour is meanness, it is incumbent on every man who consults his own dignity, to retract it as soon as he discovers it.
You must know I equally hate lazy idleness and hurry.
The ancient poets are, indeed, by no means unexceptionable teachers of morality.
If it be reasonable to estimate the difficulty of any enterprise by frequent miscarriages, it may justly be concluded that it is not easy for a man to know himself.
At last I thought my solicitude at an end…
It is usual for men, engaged in the same pursuits, to be inquisitive after the conduct and fortune of each other.