The Soul Debases Her Self, When She

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.

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 Woman Indeed Can't Properly Be Said To Choose, All That Is Allowed Her, Is To Refuse Or Accept What Is Offered.

None Of Us Whether Men Or Women But Have So Good An Opinion Of Our Own Conduct As To Believe We Are Fit, If Not To Direct Others, At Least To Govern Our Selves.

Every Body Has So Good An Opinion Of Their Own Understanding As To Think Their Own Way The Best.