You Might As Well Sell Yourself To

I May Be Permitted, Like The Doctors, To Cure A Greater Evil By A Less, For I Shall Not Fall Seriously In Love With The Young Widow, I Think, Nor She With Me - That's Certain - But If I Find A Little Pleasure In Her Society I May Surely Be Allowed To Seek It; And If The Star Of Her Divinity Be Bright Enough To Dim The Lustre Of Eliza's, So Much The Better, But I Scarcely Can Think It

Well, But You Affirm That Virtue Is Only Elicited By Temptation; - And You Think That A Woman Cannot Be Too Little Exposed To Temptation, Or Too Little Acquainted With Vice, Or Anything Connected Therewith - It Must Be, Either, That You Think She Is Essentially So Vicious, Or So Feeble-minded That She Cannot Withstand Temptation, - And Though She May Be Pure And Innocent As Long As She Is Kept In Ignorance And Restraint, Yet, Being Destitute Of Real Virtue, To Teach Her How To Sin Is At Once To Make Her A Sinner.

Thank Heaven, I Am Free And Safe At Last!

If You Would Have Your Son To Walk Honourably Through The World, You Must Not Attempt To Clear The Stones From His Path, But Teach Him To Walk Firmly Over Them - Not Insist Upon Leading Him By The Hand, But Let Him Learn To Go Alone.

And Then, The Unspeakable Purity - And Freshness Of The Air! There Was Just Enough Heat To Enhance The Value Of The Breeze, And Just Enough Wind To Keep The Whole Sea In Motion, To Make The Waves Come Bounding To The Shore, Foaming And Sparkling, As If Wild With Glee.