[f]or As Socrates Says That A Wise

I Fancied I Had Some Constancy Of Mind Because I Could Bear My Own Sufferings, But Found Through The Sufferings Of Others I Could Be Weakened Like A Child.

Little Miss Is Taught By Her Mamma That She Must Never Speak Before She Is Spoken To. On This She Sits Bridling Up Her Head, Looking From One To The Other, In Hopes Of Being Called To And Addressed By The Name Of Pretty Miss.... But If This Should Not Happen And No One Should Take Any Notice Of Her, She Is Ready To Cry At The Neglect. But Should There Be Another Miss In The Room Caressed And Taken Notice Of Whilst She Is Thus Overlooked, It Will Be Impossible For Her To Contain Her Tears, And Blubbering Is The Word.

[f]or Women, Like Tradesmen, Draw In The Injudicious To Buy Their Goods By The High Value They Themselves Set Upon Them.... They Endeavor Strongly To Fix In The Minds Of Their Enamoratos Their Own High Value, And Then Contrive As Much As Possible To Make Them Believe That They Have So Many Purchasers At Hand That The Goods--if They Do Not Make Haste--will All Be Gone.

The Words Of Kindness Are More Healing To A Drooping Heart Than Balm Or Honey.

[t]he Judicious Reader Ought To Know What The Chief Character In Any Work Of The Imagination Will Naturally Perform, According To The Situation He Is Thrown Into, As Well As Doth The Author Himself.