Confound it, why am I bound to these steel plates?

If violent winds, raging fires, and icy cold, lend their influence to the torments of hell, why may not milder sufferings be derived from the song of the nightingale, from the fragrance of flowers, from the murmur of the brook, or from the moral affections themselves?

If you hadn't a been dogged, where'd you a been now?

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