We Must Think What We Say, And

If A Woman Can Neither Love Nor Honour, She Does Ill In Promising To Obey.

The Relation We Bear To The Wisdom Of The Father, The Son Of His Love, Gives Us Indeed A Dignity Which Otherwise We Have No Pretence To. It Makes Us Something, Something Considerable Even In God's Eyes.

The Soul Debases Her Self, When She Sets Her Affections On Any Thing But Her Creator.

Friendship Is A Virtue Which Comprehends All The Rest; None Being Fit For This, Who Is Not Adorned With Every Other Virtue.

To Plead For The Oppress'd And To Defend The Weak Seem'd To Me A Generous Undertaking; For Tho' It May Be Secure, 'tis Not Always Honourable To Run Over To The Strongest Party.