wherein one finds oneself in the woods

the Folly of him who lets his Fancy place him in distance Scenes untroubled and uninterrupted, is preferable to that of him forcing a Belief... 8 years ago
Books...are the Presents to Posterity of those who are yet unborn.... 8 years ago
the World is a Copy or a Transcript of those Ideas which are in the Mind of the first Being...those Ideas...are a Transcript of the World... 8 years ago
'The Time was when all the honest Whore-masters in the Neighborhood would have rose against the Cuckolds to my Rescue' -letter... 8 years ago
a father, who having arrived at great Riches by his own Industry, took delight in nothing but his Money... 8 years ago

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