Women are Books, and Men the Readers be,
Who sometimes in those Books Erratas see;
Yet oft the Reader’s raptur’d with each Line,
Fair Print and Paper fraught with Sense divine;
Tho’ some neglectful seldom care to read,
And faithful Wives no more than Bibles heed.
Are Women Books? says Hodge, then would mine were
An Almanack, to change her every Year.
We are more thoroughly an enlightened People, with respect to our Political Interests than perhaps any other under Heaven. Every man among us reads, and is so easy in his Circumstances as to have Leisure for Conversations of Improvement, and for acquiring Information.