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dead Lion. Number me the ſtars in the ſky, and the ſand on the ſhore, and then I'll number you the num-berleſs faults of lewd women: yet a fair and virtuous woman is the pride of nature, and the glory of the uni-verſe; but, where thall I find her? Swearing and curſing is the language of hell, which wicked people take pains to learn before they go there. Beauty is the faireft flower in na-ture's garden, then who would doat on ſuch a fading toy; yet, had I my will, all batchelors at the age of 20, ſhould be obliged to marry, and live honeſt with, handſome women for their own ſake, and homely women, for charity, I would conſtrain weal- thy miſers to marry poor women, and rich ladies to marry poor batche-lors, in order to bring the world on a level if poſible. If I could diſpoſe of Nature, I would have all hypo-crites with two faces, becauſe like watermen, they look one way, and row another. If all men's faults were writ in their faces, what a black ſcroll would there appear in their forcheads. Portioning of daughters,
