Lady Holland's Memoir. Vol. i. p. 363.

Serenely full, the epicure would say,

Fate cannot harm me,—I have dined to-day.[461:2]

Recipe for Salad. P. 374.

Thank God for tea! What would the world do without tea?—how did it exist? I am glad I was not born before tea.

Recipe for Salad. P. 383.

If you choose to represent the various parts in life by holes upon a table, of different shapes,—some circular, some triangular, some square, some oblong,—and the persons acting these parts by bits of wood of similar shapes, we shall generally find that the triangular person has got into the square hole, the oblong into the triangular, and a square person has squeezed himself into the round hole. The officer and the office, the doer and the thing done, seldom fit so exactly that we can say they were almost made for each other.[461:3]

Sketches of Moral Philosophy.

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The schoolboy whips his taxed top; the beardless youth manages his taxed horse with a taxed bridle on a taxed road; and the dying Englishman, pouring his medicine, which has paid seven per cent, into a spoon that has paid fifteen per cent, flings himself back upon his chintz bed which has paid twenty-two per cent, and expires in the arms of an apothecary who has paid a license of a hundred pounds for the privilege of putting him to death.