What thou seest in me is a body exhausted by the labours of the mind. I have founded in Dame Nature not indeed an unkind, but a very coy mistress. Watchful nights, anxious days, slender meals, and endless labours must be the lot of all who pursue her, through her labytinths and meanders.
My first vital air I drew in this island but my complexion is become adust, and my body arid, by visiting lands - as the Poet has it - 'alio sub sole calentes'. Alexander Pope, 1741.