I Would Not Send A Poor Girl

How Odd It Is That We So Often Weep For Each Other's Distresses, When We Shed Not A Tear For Our Own!

When A Lady Condescends To Apologise, There Is No Keeping One’s Anger.

Because I Imagine There Must Be Only A Very, Very Few Men In The World, That I Should Like To Marry; And Of Those Few, It Is Ten To One I May Never Be Acquainted With One; Or If I Should, It Is Twenty To One He May Not Happen To Be Single, Or To Take A Fancy To Me.

You Need Not Fear Me, For I Not Only Should Think It Wrong To Marry A Man That Was Deficient In Sense Or In Principle, But I Should Never Be Tempted To Do It; For I Could Not Like Him, If He Were Ever So Handsome, And Ever So Charming, In Other Respects; I Should Hate Him—despise Him—pity Him—anything But Love Him. My Affections Not Only Ought To Be Founded On Approbation, But They Will And Must Be So: For, Without Approving, I Cannot Love. It Is Needless To Say, I Ought To Be Able To Respect And Honour The Man I Marry, As Well As Love Him, For I Cannot Love Him Without.

Well, But You Affirm That Virtue Is Only Elicited By Temptation; - And You Think That A Woman Cannot Be Too Little Exposed To Temptation, Or Too Little Acquainted With Vice, Or Anything Connected Therewith - It Must Be, Either, That You Think She Is Essentially So Vicious, Or So Feeble-minded That She Cannot Withstand Temptation, - And Though She May Be Pure And Innocent As Long As She Is Kept In Ignorance And Restraint, Yet, Being Destitute Of Real Virtue, To Teach Her How To Sin Is At Once To Make Her A Sinner.