A Monopoly Granted Either To An Individual

When We Have Read A Book Or Poem So Often That We Can No Longer Find Any Amusement In Reading It By Ourselves, We Can Still Take Pleasure In Reading It To A Companion. To Him It Has All The Graces Of Novelty.

The Property Which Every Man Has In His Own Labour, As It Is The Original Foundation Of All Other Property, So It Is The Most Sacred And Inviolable.

Every Man Lives By Exchanging.

Though Our Brother Is Upon The Rack, As Long As We Ourselves Are At Ease, Our Senses Will Never Inform Us Of What He Suffers. They Never Did And Never Can Carry Us Beyond Our Own Persons, And It Is By The Imagination Only That We Form Any Conception Of What Are His Sensations...his Agonies, When They Are Thus Brought Home To Ourselves, When We Have This Adopted And Made Them Our Own, Begin At Last To Affect Us, And We Then Tremble And Shudder At The Thought Of What He Feels.

But Poverty, Though It Does Not Prevent The Generation, Is Extremely Unfavourable To The Rearing Of Children. The Tender Plant Is Produced, But In So Cold A Soil, And So Severe A Climate, Soon Withers And Dies.