by Laurence Sterne
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Ταράσσει τοὺς Ἀνθρώπους οὐ τὰ Πράγματα,Ἀλλὰ τὰ περὶ τῶν Πραγμάτων Δόγματα.
TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLEM r. P I T T.
S I R,
NEVER poor Wight of a Dedicator had less hopes from his
Dedication, than I have from this of mine; for it is written in a bye corner of
the kingdom, and in a retir’d thatch’d house, where I live in a
constant endeavour to fence against the infirmities of ill health, and other
evils of life, by mirth; being firmly persuaded that every time a man
smiles,——but much more so, when he laughs, it adds something to
this Fragment of Life.
I humbly beg, Sir, that you will honour this book, by taking it—(not
under your Protection,—it must protect itself, but)—into the
country with you; where, if I am ever told, it has made you smile; or can
conceive it has beguiled you of one moment’s pain—I shall think
myself as happy as a minister of state;——perhaps much happier than
any one (one only excepted) that I have read or heard of.
I am, GREAT SIR,(and, what is more to your Honour)I am, GOOD SIR,Your Well-wisher, andmost humble Fellow-subject,
T H E A U T H O R.