[…] I [Satan] cannot ſtay / Flaring in ſun-ſhine all the day: / For, entre nous, we helliſh ſprites, / Love more the freſco of the nights; […]

Sneer. And you bore all with patience, I make no doubt? Puff. Why, yes—tho’ I made ſome occaſional attempts at felo de ſe; but as I did not find thoſe raſh actions anſwer, I left off killing myſelf very ſoon.

a deep-seated tumour

[H]e went away salaaming, and protesting his friendship and his master’s goodwill.