Chap.

 1    2|       not come from heaven to tell us the consequence.~ ~ Many
 2    4|     TO PLEASE.'~ ~ So the men tell us; but virtue, says reason,
 3    4|       man, who, why we cannot tell, had the power given him
 4    4|     the iron pen of fate, and tell us not only what powers
 5    4|    Richardson* makes Clarissa tell Lovelace that he had robbed
 6    4| enslave woman: - and, who can tell, how many generations may
 7    5|       an angel from heaven to tell me that Moses's beautiful,
 8    5|       man, is it necessary to tell them that a little sense
 9    5|     are not sincere when they tell you so. - I acknowledge
10    5|     cohesion is disturbed.~ ~ Tell me, ye who have studied
11    5|     certain things, it cannot tell why.~ ~ I descend from my
12    7|     impossible, it is best to tell the truth, especially as
13    8|   dust before God, and loudly tell me, when all is mute, that
14    9|   care where, for they cannot tell what.~ ~ But what have women
15   12|    never founded on it cannot tell what!~ ~ A taste for the
16   12|      admit a breath of air to tell her how roughly the wind
17   13|      imagination? Yes, let me tell the libertine of fancy when