I Hate The French Because They Are

If The Soul Be Happily Disposed, Every Thing Becomes Capable Of Affording Entertainment, And Distress Will Almost Want A Name.

Let Observation With Observant View, Observe Mankind From China To Peru.

Remote, Unfriended, Melancholy, Slow, Or By The Lazy Scheld Or Wandering Po.

When Any One Of Our Relations Was Found To Be A Person Of A Very Bad Character, A Troublesome Guest, Or One We Desired To Get Rid Of, Upon His Leaving My House I Ever Took Care To Lend Him A Riding-coat, Or A Pair Of Boots, Or Sometimes A Horse Of Small Value, And I Always Had The Satisfaction Of Finding He Never Came Back To Return Them.

All The Bloomy Flush Of Life Is Fled.