Prudery Is Ignorance.

Were I To Be Angry At Men Being Fools, I Could Here Find Ample Room For Declamation; But, Alas! I Have Been A Fool Myself; And Why Should I Be Angry With Them For Being Something So Natural To Every Child Of Humanity?

Whatever Be The Motives Which Induce Men To Write,--whether Avarice Or Fame,--the Country Becomes More Wise And Happy In Which They Most Serve For Instructors.

Could A Man Live By It, It Were Not Unpleasant Employment To Be A Poet.

Want Of Prudence Is Too Frequently The Want Of Virtue.

It Seemed To Me Pretty Plain, That They Had More Of Love Than Matrimony In Them.