In such misfortunes my Mother was of an heroic spirit, in suffering patiently when there was no remedy, and being industrious where she thought she could help.

For disorder obstructs: besides, it doth disgust life, distract the appetities, and yield no true relish to the senses.

For I had rather die in the adventure ot noble achievements, then live in obscure and sluggish security.

A rude nature is worse than a brute nature by so much more as man is better than a beast: and those that are of civil natures and genteel dispositions are as much nearer to celestial creatures as those that are rude and cruel are to devils.

As for our garments, my Mother did not only delight to see us neat and cleanly, fine and gay, but rich and costly: maintaining us to the heighth of her estate, but not beyond it.

The truth is, we [women] live like bats, or owls, labor like beasts, and die like worms.

One may be my very good friend, and yet not of my opinion.