Fear Of Danger Is Ten Thousand Times

For I Cannot Think That God Almighty Ever Made Them [women] So Delicate, So Glorious Creatures; And Furnished Them With Such Charms, So Agreeable And So Delightful To Mankind; With Souls Capable Of The Same Accomplishments With Men: And All, To Be Only Stewards Of Our Houses, Cooks, And Slaves.

She Is Always Married Too Soon, Who Gets A Bad Husband, And She Is Never Married Too Late, Who Gets A Good One.

So Possible Is It For Us To Roll Ourselves Up In Wickedness, Till We Grow Invulnerable By Conscience; And That Sentinel, Once Dozed, Sleeps Fast, Not To Be Awakened While The Tide Of Pleasure Continues To Flow Or Till Something Dark And Dreadful Brings Us To Ourselves Again.

Tis Very Strange Men Should Be So Fond Of Being Wickeder Than They Are.

I Smil'd To My Self At The Sight Of This Money, O Drug! Said I Aloud, What Art Thou Good For? Thou Art Not Worth To Me, No Not The Taking Off Of The Ground, One Of Those Knives Is Worth All This Heap, I Have No Manner Of Use For Thee, E'en Remain Where Thou Art, And Go To The Bottom As A Creature Whose Life Is Not Worth Saving. However, Upon Second Thoughts, I Took It Away.