No Friend To Love Like A Long

Sure, I Rose The Wrong Way Today, I Have Had Such Damn'd Ill Luck Every Way.

That Perfect Tranquillity Of Life, Which Is Nowhere To Be Found But In Retreat, A Faithful Friend And A Good Library.

Nothing Is More Capable Of Troubling Our Reason, And Consuming Our Health, Than Secret Notions Of Jealousy In Solitude.

Each Moment Of A Happy Lover's Hour Is Worth An Age Of Dull And Common Life.

A Brave World, Sir, Full Of Religion, Knavery, And Change: We Shall Shortly See Better Days.