[allegory] Is A Flight By Which The

Tis This Desire Of Bending All Things To Our Own Purposes Which Turns Them Into Confusion And Is The Chief Source Of Every Error In Our Lives.

Their Virtues Lived In Their Children. The Family Changed Its Persons But Not Its Manners, And They Continued A Blessing To The World From Generation To Generation.

I Endeavor Not To Conceal That I Believe There Is A Great Mixture Of Desire In The Passion Which Is Called Love--or Rather, Without Any Far-fetched Strain On Words, It May Be Called The Companion Of Love.

The Motives To Actions And The Inward Turns Of Mind Seem In Our Opinion More Necessary To Be Known Than The Actions Themselves; And Much Rather Would We Choose That Our Reader Should Clearly Understand What Our Principal Actors Think Than What They Do.

[f]or As Socrates Says That A Wise Man Is A Citizen Of The World, So I Thought That A Wise Woman Was Equally At Liberty To Range Through Every Station Or Degree Of Men, To Fix Her Choice Wherever She Pleased.