I have had, and may have still, a thousand friends, as they are called >>
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song. >>
I am about to be married, and am of course in all the misery of a man >>
A route differs from a road not only because it is solely intended for >>
I traveled among unknown men, in lands beyond the sea; nor England! di >>
Traveling makes a man wiser, but less happy. >>
I swims in the Tagus all across at once, and I rides on an ass or a mule, and swears Portuguese, and have got a diarrhea and bites from the mosquitoes. But what of that? Comfort must not be expected by folks that go a pleasuring.