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A Tender-hearted And Compassionate Disposition, Which Inclines Men To Pity And Feel The Misfortunes Of Others, And Which Is, Even For Its Own Sake, Incapable Of Involving Any Man In Ruin And Misery, Is Of All Tempers Of Mind The Most Amiable; And Though It Seldom Receives Much Honor, Is Worthy Of The Highest.

The Life Of A Coquette Is One Constant Lie; And The Only Rule By Which You Can Form Any Correct Judgment Of Them Is That They Are Never What They Seem.

A Broken Heart Is A Distemper Which Kills Many More Than Is Generally Imagined, And Would Have A Fair Title To A Place In The Bills Of Mortality, Did It Not Differ In One Instance From All Other Diseases, Namely, That No Physicians Can Cure It.

Distance Of Time And Place Do Really Cure What They Seem To Aggravate; And Taking Leave Of Our Friends Resembles Taking Leave Of The World, Concerning Which It Hath Been Often Said, That It Is Not Death But Dying Which Is Terrible.

The Constant Desire Of Pleasing Which Is The Peculiar Quality Of Some, May Be Called The Happiest Of All Desires In This That It Rarely Fails Of Attaining Its End When Not Disgraced By Affectation.