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He Moon was in a heavy Twitter once, that her Cloaths never Fitted her: Wherefore, Pray Mother, ays he, let the Taylor take Meaure of me for a New-Gown, Alas Child, ays the Mother, how is it poible to make any one Garment to Fit a Body that appears every Day in a everal Shape?

hews us the Vanity of Impracticable Propoitions, and that there is no Meaure to be taken of an Unteady Mind. There's no Quieting of Unettled Affections; no atisfying of Unbounded Defires; no poibility in hort, of either Fixing or Pleaing them. Let a Man but ay What he would have, When, and how Much, or how Little, and the Moons Taylor may take Meaure of him; but to be Longing for