I In My Own House

Ambition, In A Private Man Is A Vice, Is In A Prince The Virtue.

What Can Innocence Hope For, When Such As Sit Her Judges Are Corrupted!

As The Index Tells Us The Contents Of Stories And Directs To The Particular Chapter, Even So Does The Outward Habit And Superficial Order Of Garments (in Man Or Woman) Give Us A Taste Of The Spirit, And Demonstratively Point (as It Were A Manual Note From The Margin) All The Internal Quality Of The Soul; And There Cannot Be A More Evident, Palpable, Gross Manifestation Of Poor, Degenerate, Dunghilly Blood And Breeding Than A Rude, Unpolished, Disordered, And Slovenly Outside.

Ill News Are Swallow-winged, But What Is Good Walks On Crutches.

I Had Not To This Time Subsisted, But That I Was Supported By Your Frequent Courtesies And Favours.