It would have been more honest.

I hate to see a man smile, when I know that he would fain swear.

I like my cousin Celia, and I like her little daughter Ciceley, who takes after her, and not after John Dormay; but I would that the fellow lived on the other side of England.

He is out of his place here, and, though men do not speak against him in my presence, knowing that he is a sort of kinsman, I have never heard one say a good word for him.
"It is not only because he is a Whig.

There are other Whig gentry in the neighbourhood, against whom I bear no ill will, and can meet at a social board in friendship.