I […] lay down to rest / Upon a grassy hillock, o'er which bowed / A bush in which some late bird kept her nest. / And, as she crooled, I slept.

[…]of which there are various kinds, all of them of a deletorious quality, ſome in a greater and others in a leſſer degree[…]

Tests have demonstrated the innocence of this substance.

My friend Will Honeycomb has told me, for above this half year, that he had a great mind to try his hand at a Spectator, and that he would fain have one of his writing in my works.