Pleasure Is A Thief To Business.

I Was Born In The Year 1632, In The City Of York, Of A Good Family, Tho' Not Of That Country, My Father Being A Foreigner Of Bremen, Who Settled First At Hull; He Got A Good Estate By Merchandise, And Leaving Off His Trade, Lived Afterward At York, From Whence He Had Married My Mother, Whose Relations Were Named Robinson, A Very Good Family In That Country, And From Whom I Was Called Robinson Kreutznaer; But By The Usual Corruption Of Words In England, We Are Now Called, Nay We Call Ourselves, And Write Our Name Crusoe, And So My Companions Always Call'd Me.

Alas The Church Of England! What With Popery On One Hand, And Schismatics On The Other, How Has She Been Crucified Between Two Thieves!

I Learned To Look More Upon The Bright Side Of My Condition, And Less Upon The Dark Side, And To Consider What I Enjoyed, Rather Than What I Wanted : And This Gave Me Sometimes Such Secret Comforts, That I Cannot Express Them ; And Which I Take Notice Of Here, To Put Those Discontented People In Mind Of It, Who Cannot Enjoy Comfortably What God Has Given Them, Because They See And Covet Something That He Has Not Given Them. All Our Discontents About What We Want Appeared To Me To Spring From The Want Of Thankfulness For What We Have.

Whatever Party Of Men Obtain The Reins Of Management, And Have Power To Name The Person Who Shall License The Press, That Party Of Men Have The Whole Power Of Keeping The World In Ignorance, In All Matters Relating To Religion Or Policy, Since The Writers Of That Party Shall Have Full Liberty To Impose Their Notions Upon The World.

And Of All Plagues With Which Mankind Are Curst, Ecclesiastic Tyranny's The Worst.