Yet If Strict Criticism Should Till Frown

Agreeable Then To My Present Inclination, I Formed The Object Of My Own Worship, Which Was No Other Than My Own Understanding.

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 Often Used To Think Myself In The Case Of The Fox-hunter, Who, When He Had Toiled And Sweated All Day In The Chase As If Some Unheard-of Blessing Was To Crown His Success, Finds At Last All He Has Got By His Labor Is A Stinking Nauseous Animal. But My Condition Was Yet Worse Than His; For He Leaves The Loathsome Wretch To Be Torn By His Hounds, Whilst I Was Obliged To Fondle Mine, And Meanly Pretend Him To Be The Object Of My Love.

I Had Some Short Struggle In My Mind Whether I Should Resign My Lover Or My Liberty, But This Lasted Not Long. I Found Myself As Free As Air And Could Not Bear The Thought Of Putting Myself In Any Man's Power For Life Only From A Present Capricious Inclination.

There Appears To Be But Two Grand Master Passions Or Movers In The Human Mind, Namely, Love And Pride. And What Constitutes The Beauty Or Deformity Of A Man's Character Is The Choice He Makes Under Which Banner He Determines To Enlist Himself. But There Is A Strong Distinction Between Different Degress In The Same Thing And A Mixture Of Two Contraries.