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I Never Knew A Man Who Deserved To Be Thought Well Of For His Morals Who Had A Slight Opinion Of Our Sex In General.

The Person Who Is Worthiest To Live, Is Fittest To Die.

Too Liberal Self-accusations Are Generally But So Many Traps For Acquittal With Applause.

A Good Man Will Extend His Munificence To The Industrious Poor Of All Persuasions Reduced By Age, Infirmity, Or Accident; To Thosewho Labour Under Incurable Maladies; And To The Youth Of Either Sex, Who Are Capable Of Beginning The World With Advantage, But Have Not The Means.

Twenty-four Is A Prudent Age For Women To Marry At.