It Is Not The Head But The

We Ought As Much As We Can To Endeavour The Perfecting Of Our Beings, And That We Be As Happy As Possibly We May.

None Of God's Creatures Absolutely Consider'd Are In Their Own Nature Contemptible; The Meanest Fly, The Poorest Insect Has Its Use And Vertue.

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.

Whilst Our Hearts Are Violently Set Upon Any Thing, There Is No Convincing Us That We Shall Ever Be Of Another Mind.

To Plead For The Oppress'd And To Defend The Weak Seem'd To Me A Generous Undertaking; For Tho' It May Be Secure, 'tis Not Always Honourable To Run Over To The Strongest Party.