God Is His Own Design And End,

For Certainly There Cannot Be A Higher Pleasure Than To Think That We Love And Are Beloved By The Most Amiable And Best Being.

To All The Rest Of His Absurdities, (for Vice Is Always Unreasonable,) He Adds One More, Who Expects That Vertue From Another Which He Won't Practise Himself.

A Husband Is Indeed Thought By Both Sexes So Very Valuable, That Scarce A Man Who Can Keep Himself Clean And Make A Bow, But Thinks He Is Good Enough To Pretend To Any Woman.

Friendship Is A Virtue Which Comprehends All The Rest; None Being Fit For This, Who Is Not Adorned With Every Other Virtue.

The Soul Debases Her Self, When She Sets Her Affections On Any Thing But Her Creator.