"I have been scolding you (like almost all Scolders) without a reason, for I found your two parcels, one at Athens, & the other at Malta on my way down."
"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."
"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 –..."