And the fair Sex, whose chief delight is to be thought of, and who, for that reason, love to live in the midst of a crowd, and to be admired by all, cannot but be displeased at a solitude, which deprives them of all these pleasures.
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"Let us not stand in a panic fear of every stroke of wind that blows, but if God do stir up them to do us good, we do look that this should be done with all freedom."
"How charming is divine Philosophy! Not harsh, and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectared sweets, Where no crude surfeit reigns."
"Hence, vain deluding Joys, The brood of Folly without father bred! How little you bested, Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys!"
"Such as the world has known, in all her pomp, her pride, and her oppression."
"The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n."
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