Among The Several Kinds Of Beauty, The

I Consider Time As An In Immense Ocean, In Which Many Noble Authors Are Entirely Swallowed Up.

If Men Would Consider Not So Much Wherein They Differ, As Wherein They Agree, There Would Be Far Less Of Uncharitableness And Angry Feeling In The World.

Female Virtues Are Of A Domestick Turn. The Family Is The Proper Province For Private Women To Shine In. If They Must Be Showing Their Zeal For The Publick, Let It Not Be Against Those Who Are Perhaps Of The Same Family, Or At Least Of The Same Religion Or Nation, But Against Those Who Are The Open, Professed, Undoubted Enemies Of Their Faith, Liberty, And Country.

Love, Anger, Pride And Avarice All Visibly Move In Those Little Orbs.

Music, The Greatest Good That Mortals Know And All Of Heaven We Have Hear Below.