What Are The Sorrows Of Other Men

Wealth, Howsoever Got, In England Makes Lords Of Mechanics, Gentlemen Of Rakes; Antiquity And Birth Are Needless Here; 'tis Impudence And Money Makes A Peer.

I Know Not What To Call This, Nor Will I Urge That It Is A Secret, Overruling Decree, That Hurries Us On To Be The Instruments Of Our Own Destruction, Even Though It Be Before Us, And That We Rush Upon It With Our Eyes Open.

The Soul Is Placed In The Body Like A Rough Diamond, And Must Be Polished, Or The Luster Of It Will Never Appear.

No Man Of Common Sense Will Value A Woman The Less, For Not Giving Herself Up At The First Attack, Or For Not Accepting His Proposal Without Enquiring Into His Person Or Character; On The Contrary, He Must Think Her The Weakest Of All Creatures In The World, As The Rate Of Men Now Goes; In Short, He Must Have A Very Contemptible Opinion Of Her Capacities, Nay, Even Of Her Understanding, That Having But One Cast For Her Life, Shall Cast That Life Away At Once, And Make Matrimony Like Death, Be A Leap In The Dark.

I Hear Much Of People's Calling Out To Punish The Guilty, But Very Few Are Concerned To Clear The Innocent.