Forgive What You Can't Excuse.

It Was Formerly A Terrifying View To Me That I Should One Day Be An Old Woman. I Now Find That Nature Has Provided Pleasures For Every State.

Nature Is Indeed A Specious Ward, Nay, There Is A Great Deal In It If It Is Properly Understood And Applied, But I Cannot Bear To Hear People Using It To Justify What Common Sense Must Disavow. Is Not Nature Modifed By Art In Many Things? Was It Not Designed To Be So? And Is It Not Happy For Human Society That It Is So? Would You Like To See Your Husband Let His Beard Grow, Until He Would Be Obliged To Put The End Of It In His Pocket, Because This Beard Is The Gift Of Nature?

The Pious Farmer, Who Ne'er Misses Pray'rs, With Patience Suffers Unexpected Rain; He Blesses Heav'n For What Its Bounty Spares, And Sees, Resign'd, A Crop Of Blighted Grain. But, Spite Of Sermons, Farmers Would Blaspheme, If A Star Fell To Set Their Thatch On Flame.

The Pretty Fellows You Speak Of, I Own Entertain Me Sometimes, But Is It Impossible To Be Diverted With What One Despises? I Can Laugh At A Puppet Show, At The Same Time I Know There Is Nothing In It Worth My Attention Or Regard.

Philosophy Is The Toil Which Can Never Tire Persons Engaged In It. All Ways Are Strewn With Roses, And The Farther You Go, The More Enchanting Objects Appear Before You And Invite You On.