Lewis Melville, Lady Mary Wortley Montague, Her Life and Letters…
“ I pass some days with the Duchess of Montagu, who might be a reigning beauty if she pleased. I see the whole town every Sunday, and select a few that I retain to supper. In short, if life could be always what it is, I believe I have so much humility in my temper I could be contented without anything better than this two or three hundred years but, alas! 'Dulness, and wrinkles, and disease, must come, And age, and death's irrevocable doom.'"Lady Mary, who had some two-score years still to live, began at this time to deplore her increasing age. ”
