The saint sustain'd it, but the woman died.

Let me tell you I am better acquainted with you for a long Absence, as men are with themselves for a long affliction: Absence does but hold off a friend, to ma…

Good God! how often are we to die before we go quite off this stage? in every friend we lose a part of ourselves, and the best part.

'Blessed is the man who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed' was the ninth beatitude which a man of wit (who, like a man of wit, was a long tim…