The Proper Work Of Man, The Grand

He Who Loveth A Book Will Never Want A Faithful Friend, A Wholesome Counsellor, A Cheerful Companion, Or An Effectual Comforter.

It Consisteth In One Knows Not What, And Springeth Up One Can Hardly Tell How. Its Ways Are Unaccountable And Inexplicable, Being Answerable To The Numberless Rovings Of Fancy And Windings Of Language.

I Pass By That It Is Very Culpable To Be Facetious In Obscene And Smutty Matters.

If Men Are Wont To Play With Swearing Anywhere, Can We Expect They Should Be Serious And Strict Therein At The Bar Or In The Church.

We May Be As Good As We Please, If We Please To Be Good.