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No Move Towards The Extinction Of The Passion Between The Sexes Has Taken Place In The Five Or Six Thousand Years That The World Has Existed.

To Estimate The Value Of Newton's Discoveries, Or The Delight Communicated By Shakespeare And Milton, By The Price At Which Their Works Have Sold, Would Be But A Poor Measure Of The Degree In Which They Have Elevated And Enchanted Their Country; Nor Would It Be Less Grovelling And Incongruous To Estimate The Benefit Which The Country Has Derived From The Revolution Of 1688, By The Pay Of The Soldiers, And All Other Payments Concerned In Effecting It.

In Prosperous Times The Mercantile Classes Often Realize Fortunes, Which Go Far Towards Securing Them Against The Future; But Unfortunately The Working Classes, Though They Share In The General Prosperity, Do Not Share In It So Largely As In The General Adversity.

Population Trends Have Always Provoked Doom-fraught Oracles, Because Their Popular Interpreters Suppose That Every New Series Will Be Infinitely Sustained; Yet, Beyond The Short Term, Expectations Based On Them Are Never Fulfilled.

If I Saw A Glass Of Wine Repeatedly Presented To A Man, And He Took No Notice Of It, I Should Be Apt To Think That He Was Blind Or Uncivil. A Juster Philosophy Might Teach Me Rather To Think That My Eyes Deceived Me, And That The Offer Was Not Really What I Conceived It To Be.