I wish I were in the country, to take exercise, instead of being obliged to cool by abstinence, in lieu of it.

I should not so much mind a little accession of flesh: my bones can well bear it.

But the worst is, the Devil always came with it, till I starved him out; and I will not be the slave of any appetite.

If I do err, it shall be my heart, at least, that heralds the way.

O my head! how it aches! The horrors of digestion! I wonder how Bonaparte's dinner agrees with him.'-- Moore's Life, vol.ii.