Credulity Is The Sister Of Innocence.

O, We All Acknowledge Our Faults, Now; 'tis The Mode Of The Day: But The Acknowledgment Passes For Current Payment; And Therefore We Never Amend Them.

To Whom, Then, Must I Dedicate My Wonderful, Surprising And Interesting Adventures? To Whom Dare I Reveal My Private Opinion Of My Nearest Relations? The Secret Thoughts Of My Dearest Friends? My Own Hopes, Fears, Reflections And Dislikes? Nobody!

Look At Your [english] Ladies Of Quality Are They Not Forever Parting With Their Husbands - Forfeiting Their Reputations - And Is Their Life Aught But Dissipation? In Common Genteel Life, Indeed, You May Now And Then Meet With Very Fine Girls - Who Have Politeness, Sense And Conversation - But These Are Few - And Then Look At Your Trademen's Daughters - What Are They? Poor Creatures Indeed! All Pertness, Imitation And Folly.

No Man Is In Love When He Marries. He May Have Loved Before; I Have Even Heard He Has Sometimes Loved After: But At The Time Never. There Is Something In The Formalities Of The Matrimonial Preparations That Drive Away All The Little Cupidons.

But If The Young Are Never Tired Of Erring In Conduct, Neither Are The Older In Erring Of Judgment.