We All Know By Theory That There

A Good Man Will Extend His Munificence To The Industrious Poor Of All Persuasions Reduced By Age, Infirmity, Or Accident; To Thosewho Labour Under Incurable Maladies; And To The Youth Of Either Sex, Who Are Capable Of Beginning The World With Advantage, But Have Not The Means.

The Pleasures Of The Mighty Are Obtained By The Tears Of The Poor.

To Be A Clergyman, And All That Is Compassionate And Virtuous, Ought To Be The Same Thing.

But Let Not Those Worthy Young Women, Who May Think Themselves Destined To A Single Life, Repine Over-much At Their Lot; Since, Possibly, If They Have Had No Lovers, Or Having Had One, Two, Or Three, Have Not Found A Husband, They Have Had Rather A Miss Than A Loss, As Men Go.

Every Thing Is Pretty That Is Young.