The Soul debases her self, when she sets her affections on any thing but her creator.

The Soul debases her self, when she sets her affections on any thing but her creator.

Hitherto I have courted Truth with a kind of Romantick Passion, in spite of all Difficulties and Discouragements: for knowledge is thought so unnecessary an Accomplishment for a Woman, that few will give themselves the Trouble to assist us in the Attainment of it.

none can be Tyrants but Cowards.

He who will be just, must be forc'd to acknowledge, that neither Sex are always in the right.

But, alas! what poor Woman is ever taught that she should have a higher Design than to get her a Husband?

How can you be content to be in the world like tulips in a garden, to make a fine show, and be good for nothing.