Beauty May Be The Object Of Liking--great

We Must Eat To Live, And Not Live To Eat.

Where The Law Ends Tyranny Begins.

Worth Begets In Base Minds, Envy; In Great Souls, Emulation.

No Acquisitions Of Guilt Can Compensate The Loss Of That Solid Inward Comfort Of Mind, Which Is The Sure Companion Of Innocence And Virtue; Nor Can In The Least Balance The Evil Of That Horror And Anxiety Which, In Their Room, Guilt Introduces Into Our Bosoms.

When The Effects Of Female Jealousy Do Not Appear Openly In Their Proper Colours Of Rage And Fury, We May Suspect That Mischievous Passion To Be At Work Privately, And Attempting To Undermine, What It Doth Not Attack Above-ground.