I Had Dropped A Good Design, Which

What Are The Sorrows Of Other Men To Us, And What Their Joy?

'tis No Sin To Cheat The Devil.

No Shoots, Says Friday, No Yet, Me Shoot Now, Me No Kill; Me Stay, Give You One More Laugh.

For I Cannot Think That God Almighty Ever Made Them [women] So Delicate, So Glorious Creatures; And Furnished Them With Such Charms, So Agreeable And So Delightful To Mankind; With Souls Capable Of The Same Accomplishments With Men: And All, To Be Only Stewards Of Our Houses, Cooks, And Slaves.

In The Course Of Our Lives, The Evil Which In Itself We Seek Most To Shun, And Which, When We Are Fallen Into, Is The Most Dreadful To Us, Is Oftentimes The Very Means Or Door Of Our Deliverance, By Which Alone We Can Be Raised Again From The Affliction We Are Fallen Into.