censorious remarks

And when it is so apparent that the main of our Design is to prog for our Flesh , and make a comfortable Provision for a few Years Ease and Luxury, who would think that we believed ourselves to be immortal Spirits that must live for ever in an inconceivable Happiness or Misery?

I can see for miles.

Waiting for the weather, or the unweather. Well, we got here: gotta climb something now.