Marriage is the grave or tomb of wit.
As for my brothers, of whom I had three, I know not how they were bred.
For Pleasure, Delight, Peace and Felicity live in method and temperance.
Indeed I had not much wit, yet I was not an idiot - my wit was according to my years.
As for plenty, we had not only for necessity, conveniency and decency, but for delight and pleasure to superfluity.
For disorder obstructs: besides, it doth disgust life, distract the appetities, and yield no true relish to the senses.
Not that I am ashamed of my mind or body, my birth or breeding, my actions or fortunes, for my bashfulness is in my nature, not for any crime.
My mother was a good mistress to her servants, taking care of them in their sicknesses, not sparing any cost she was able to bestow for their recovery.
First, they were bred when I was not capable to observe or before I was born; likewise the breeding of men is of a different manner from that of women.
In such misfortunes my Mother was of an heroic spirit, in suffering patiently when there was no remedy, and being industrious where she thought she could help.