To [William] Crawford2
How it is with you I know not, but if I am rightly informed, I am yet alive and not
dead. And to prove it to you, I will tell you how I live. I sleep, 12 or 13 Hours,
Smoke 10 or 12 Pipes, read 5 or 6 Pages, think of 19 or 20 Ideas, and eat 3 or 4 Meals,
every 24 Hours. I have either mounted above or sunk below, I have not Penetration
enough to say which, all Thoughts of Fame, Fortune, or even Matrimony. You must not
conclude from all this, that I am in the Vapours. Far otherwise. I never was in much
better Health, or higher Spirits in my Life. Both my mind and Body are in a very easy
with no Pain, disturbed by no Anxiety, and transported with no Pleasure. The strongest
Desire I have left, is that of seeing my frie[nds]
at Worcester, <But when or how that desire will be gratified, I know not.>
and the only Passion I have left, is Envy of the Pleasure You enjoy in living so
—Remind the Dr. and his Lady4
of my sincere friendship, Mr. Putnam and his Lady,5
and his Lady6
of the same and Betsy Green, of the sighs, Wishes, Hart Ach, Hopes, Fears, that in
of the vain Boast of stoical Tranqui[li]
ty, above expressed, continually attend the Remembrance of her.
[Pr]ay let me know <e’er long> with[in] this 12 months, whether you live, as I am at this present Writing, and whether you
remember me, or not. Oh Lethe, either Spare my friends, or drown me and my friends
together, for I will not bear to entertain a fruitless Remembrance of them, after
they have quite forgotten me.—Adieu, write to me, as soon as you [can?].
Contemptu Famae, contemni Virtutem.7
A Contempt of Fame generally begets or accompanies a Contempt of Virtue.—Iago makes
the Reflection, that Fame is but breath, but vibrated Air, an empty sound. And I believe
Persons of his Character, are most inclined to feel and express such an Indifference
Crooked Richard says all men alike to some loved Vice incline, Great men choose greater
Some such Reflections and Excuses, I suppose, the worst men always make to justify,
or palliate to them selves and others, their own worst Actions. Making such a Reflection
is throwing Conscience a bone to pick.
Iago. Reputation is an idle and false Imposition, of[t] got without Merit and lost without deserving.