I See It Is Impossible

Poorpeoplestaying Intheir Houses Aslong Astill Thevery Fire Touched Them, And Then Running Into Boats Or Clambering From One Pair Of Stair By The Waterside To Another. And Among Other Things, The Poor Pigeons I Perceive Were Loath To Leave Their Houses, But Hovered About The Windows And Balconies Till They Were Some Of Them Burned, Their Wings, And Fell Down.

But Lord! To See The Absurd Nature Of Englishmen That Cannot Forbear Laughing And Jeering At Everything That Looks Strange.

The Truth Is, I Do Indulge Myself A Little The More In Pleasure, Knowing That This Is The Proper Age Of My Life To Do It; And, Out Of My Observation That Most Men That Do Thrive In The World Do Forget To Take Pleasure During The Time That They Are Getting Their Estate, But Reserve That Till They Have Got One, And Then It Is Too Late For Them To Enjoy It.

Mighty Proud I Am That I Am Able To Have A Spare Bed For My Friends.

As Happy A Man As Any In The World, For The Whole World Seems To Smile Upon Me!