Life Is A Pill Which None Of

Social Sorrow Loses Half Its Pain.

Gloomy Calm Of Idle Vacancy.

Of The Present State, Whatever It Be, We Feel And Are Forced To Confess The Misery; Yet When The Same State Is Again At A Distance, Imagination Paints It As Desirable.

It Is Indeed Certain, That Whoever Attempts Any Common Topick, Will Find Unexpected Coincidences Of His Thoughts With Those Of Other Writers; Nor Can The Nicest Judgment Always Distinguish Accidental Similitude From Artful Imitation.

To Hear Complaints With Patience, Even When Complaints Are Vain, Is One Of The Duties Of Friendship.