D.W.] Neither is it strange to lament a person dead whom a man would by no means should be alive.

When I rattle my man, I do it with all the mettle I have, and load him with no feigned, but downright real curses; but the heat being over, if he should stand in need of me, I should be very ready to do him good: for I instantly turn the leaf.

When I call him calf and coxcomb, I do not pretend to entail those titles upon him for ever; neither do I think I give myself the lie in calling him an honest fellow presently after.

No one quality engrosses us purely and universally.
Were it not the sign of a fool to talk to one's self, there would hardly be a day or hour wherein I might not be heard to grumble and mutter to myself and against myself, "Confound the fool!" and yet I do not think that to be my definition.

Who for seeing me one while cold and presently very fond towards my wife, believes the one or the other to be counterfeited, is an ass.