Friendship Is A Virtue Which

A Woman Indeed Can't Properly Be Said To Choose, All That Is Allowed Her, Is To Refuse Or Accept What Is Offered.

The Relation We Bear To The Wisdom Of The Father, The Son Of His Love, Gives Us Indeed A Dignity Which Otherwise We Have No Pretence To. It Makes Us Something, Something Considerable Even In God's Eyes.

For Certainly There Cannot Be A Higher Pleasure Than To Think That We Love And Are Beloved By The Most Amiable And Best Being.

That Man Indeed Can Never Be Good At Heart, Who Is Full Of Himself And His Own Endowments.

Tis Very Great Pity That They Who Are So Apt To Over-rate Themselves In Smaller Matters, Shou'd, Where It Most Concerns Them To Know, And Stand Upon Their Value, Be So Insensible Of Their Own Worth.