The Supposition That It Was Possible For

I Fancied I Had Some Constancy Of Mind Because I Could Bear My Own Sufferings, But Found Through The Sufferings Of Others I Could Be Weakened Like A Child.

[t]he Judicious Reader Ought To Know What The Chief Character In Any Work Of The Imagination Will Naturally Perform, According To The Situation He Is Thrown Into, As Well As Doth The Author Himself.

But In All Things Whether We Shall Make Only A Due Use Of The Liberties We Have Asked, Is Left Entirely To The Judicious Reader To Decide.

[h]ow Do I Pity Those Who (assuming The Name Of Friends) Surround Themselves With Maxims Importing The Wisdom Of Doubt And Suspicion, 'til They Impose On Themselves That Very Hard Task Of Laboring Through Life Without Ever Knowing A Human Creature To Whom They Can Make The Proper Use Of Language And Freely Speak The Dictates Of Their Hearts!

Little Miss Is Taught By Her Mamma That She Must Never Speak Before She Is Spoken To. On This She Sits Bridling Up Her Head, Looking From One To The Other, In Hopes Of Being Called To And Addressed By The Name Of Pretty Miss.... But If This Should Not Happen And No One Should Take Any Notice Of Her, She Is Ready To Cry At The Neglect. But Should There Be Another Miss In The Room Caressed And Taken Notice Of Whilst She Is Thus Overlooked, It Will Be Impossible For Her To Contain Her Tears, And Blubbering Is The Word.