We Ought As Much As We Can

Unhappy Is That Grandeur Which Makes Us Too Great To Be Good; And That Wit Which Sets Us At A Distance From True Wisdom.

A Husband Is Indeed Thought By Both Sexes So Very Valuable, That Scarce A Man Who Can Keep Himself Clean And Make A Bow, But Thinks He Is Good Enough To Pretend To Any Woman.

For Certainly There Cannot Be A Higher Pleasure Than To Think That We Love And Are Beloved By The Most Amiable And Best Being.

The Relation We Bear To The Wisdom Of The Father, The Son Of His Love, Gives Us Indeed A Dignity Which Otherwise We Have No Pretence To. It Makes Us Something, Something Considerable Even In God's Eyes.

If None Were To Marry, But Men Of Strict Vertue And Honour, I Doubt The World Would Be But Thinly Peopled.