Nature I'll court in her sequester'd haunts, By mountain, meadow, streamlet, grove, or cell; Where the pois'd lark his evening ditty chants, And health, and peace, and contemplation dwell. — Tobias Smollett Copy Share Image
The bread I eat in London, is a deleterious paste, mixed up with chalk, alum, and bone ashes: insipid to the taste, and destructive… — Tobias Smollett Copy Share Image
One wit, like a knuckle of ham in soup, gives a zest and flavour to the dish, but more than one serves only to… — Tobias Smollett Copy Share Image
Thy spirit, Independence, let me share! Lord of the lion-heart and eagle-eye thy steps I follow with my bosom bare, nor heed the storm… — Tobias Smollett Copy Share Image
True courage scorns to vent her prowess in a storm of words; and to the valiant action speaks alone. — Tobias Smollett Copy Share Image
A man's opinion of danger varies at different times, in consequence of an irregular tide of animal spirits; and he is actuated by considerations… — Tobias Smollett Copy Share Image
“What passes for wine among us, is not the juice of the grape. It is an adulterous mixture, brewed up of nauseous ingredients, by… — Tobias Smollett Copy Share Image
The Highlanders regale themselves with whisky. They find it an excellent preservation against the winter cold. It is given with great success to the… — Tobias Smollett Copy Share Image
