TO conceive this right,—call for pen and ink—here’s paper ready to your
hand.——Sit down, Sir, paint her to your own mind——as like your mistress
as you can——as unlike your wife as your conscience will let you—’tis
all one to me——please but your own fancy in it.
——Was ever any thing in Nature so sweet!—so exquisite!
——Then, dear Sir, how could my uncle _Toby_ resist it?
Thrice happy book! thou wilt have one page, at least, within thy
covers, which MALICE will not blacken, and which IGNORANCE cannot
misrepresent.