I am very ill company to the good people of the house, who all bid me make you their compliments.

Mr.
White begins your health twice every day.

You don't deserve all this if you can be so entirely forgetful of all this part of the world.

I am peevish with you by fits, and divide my time between anger and sorrow, which are equaly troublesome to me.

'Tis the most cruel thing in the world, to think one has reason to complain of what one loves.