The Highlanders regale themselves with whisky. They find it an excellent preservation against the winter cold. It is given with great success to the infants in the confluent smallpox. — 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 dunces, who are bunglers in the art of poison-making; and yet we, and our forefathers, are and have been poisoned by this cursed drench, without taste or flavour—The only genuine and wholesome beveridge in England, is… — Tobias Smollett Copy Share
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
