Remote, Unfriended, Melancholy, Slow, Or By The

The Person Whose Clothes Are Extremely Fine I Am Too Apt To Consider As Not Being Possessed Of Any Superiority Of Fortune, But Resembling Those Indians Who Are Found To Wear All The Gold They Have In The World In A Bob At The Nose.

See Me, How Calm I Am. Ay, People Are Generally Calm At The Misfortunes Of Others.

It World Be Well Had We More Misers Than We Have Among Us.

Error Is Always Talkative.

Titles And Mottoes To Books Are Like Escutcheons And Dignities In The Hands Of A King. The Wise Sometimes Condescend To Accept Of Them; But None But A Fool Would Imagine Them Of Any Real Importance. We Ought To Depend Upon Intrinsic Merit, And Not The Slender Helps Of The Title.