...even without wit. But you regard us not. I was forty-seven years old when I began to think of death,4 and the reflections upon it now begin when I wake in the morning, and end when I am going to sleep. My Lord, I writ to Mr. Pope, and not to you. My birth, although from a family not undistinguished in...

...Bolingbroke. Dublin, October 31, 1729. I was forty-seven years old when I began to think of death, and the reflections upon it now begin when I wake in the morning, and end when I am going to sleep. My Lord, I writ to Mr. Pope, and not to you. My birth, although from a family not undistinguished in...

...cabbages and Kings are all susceptible: "I was forty-seven years old when I began to think of death, and the reflections upon it now begin when I wake in the morning, and end when I am going to sleep." With dehumanized, but not humorless, passion he imagined the comic scenes following his decease: "And...

...and temperament, an Englishman. He came of a good Hereford stock, and he was proud of his ancestry. " My birth, although from a family not undistinguished in its time, is many degrees inferior to yours," he says to Bolingbroke — an admission which he might safely make, for St. John had a strain of Tudor...