To Make A Fine Gentleman,

A Man He Was To All The Country Dear, And Passing Rich With Forty Pounds A Year.

Prudery Is Ignorance.

Near Yonder Copse, Where Once The Garden Smil'd, And Still Where Many A Garden Flower Grows Wild, There, Where A Few Torn Shrubs The Place Disclose, The Village Preacher's Modest Mansion Rose. A Man He Was To All The Country Dear, And Passing Rich With Forty Pounds A Year; Remote From Town's He Ran His Godly Race, Nor E'er Had Chang'd Nor Wish'd To Change His Place; Unskilful He To Fawn, Or Seek For Power, By Doctrines Fashion'd To The Varying Hour; Far Other Aims His Heart Had Learn'd To Prize. More Bent To Raise The Wretched Than To Rise.

Logicians Have But Ill Defined As Rational The Human Mind; Reason, They Say, Belongs To Man, But Let Them Prove It If They Can.

Filial Obedience Is The First And Greatest Requisite Of A State; By This We Become Good Subjects To Our Emperors, Capable Of Behaving With Just Subordination To Our Superiors, And Grateful Dependents On Heaven; By This We Become Fonder Of Marriage, In Order To Be Capable Of Exacting Obedience From Others In Our Turn; By This We Become Good Magistrates, For Early Submission Is The Truest Lesson To Those Who Would Learn To Rule. By This The Whole State May Be Said To Resemble One Family.