"Though I neither know where you are or how you are, I write at a venture by way of Zante, as I have already done many times, indeed so often that I can’t afford you more than this present sheet –..."
"I am this moment come out of the Turkish Bath, which is an immense luxury to me, though I am afraid it would not suit you at all, their being a great deal of rubbing, sweating, & washing (your aversion)..."
"I have been ill and well, quick and sorry, and glad, and coming, going and staying, like the rest of mankind, without gaining a step towards improvement except in languages, and even there my head is but a Babel of bad sounds."
"I wrote to you two days ago, but the weather and my friend Stranè’s conversation being much the same, and my ally Nicolo in bed with a fever, I think I may as well talk to you, the rather, as you cant answer me and excite my wrath with impatient…
"I am at present in a very ridiculous situation, under the hands of Dr. Romanelli and a fever which hath confined me to my bed for these three days past, but by the blessing of God and two glysters, I am now able to sit up, but much debilitated."