I Have Discovered That We May Be

All Censure Of A Man's Self Is Oblique Praise.

I Think There Is A Blossom About Me Of Something More Distinguished Than The Generality Of Mankind.

For My Own Part I Think No Innocent Species Of Wit Or Pleasantry Should Be Suppressed: And That A Good Pun May Be Admitted Among The Smaller Excellencies Of Lively Conversation.

My Curiosity To See The Melancholy Spectacle Of The Executions Was So Strong That I Could Not Resist It, Although I Was Sensible That I Would Suffer Much From It.... I Got Upon A Scaffold Near The Fatal Tree So That I Could Clearly See All The Dismal Scene.... I Was Most Terribly Shocked, And Thrown Into A Very Deep Melancholy.

O Charitable Philosopher, I Beg You To Help Me. My Mind Is Weak But My Soul Is Strong. Kindle That Soul, And The Sacred Fire Shall Never Be Extinguished.