The Expedition of Humphry Clinker 

The pills are good for nothing-I might as well swallow snowballs to cool my reins-I have told you over and over how hard I am to move; and at this time of day, I ought to know something of my own constitution. Why will you be so positive? Prithee send me another prescription-I am as lame and as much tortured in all my limbs as if I was broke upon the wheel: indeed, I am equally distressed in mind and body-As if I had not plagues enough of my own, those children of my sister are left me for a perpetual source of vexation-what business have people to get children to plague their neighbours? A ridiculous incident that happened yesterday to my niece Liddy, has disordered me in such a manner, that I expect to be laid up with another fit of the gout-perhaps, I may explain myself in my next.