Pa. Leave off teasing me.
Ma. Perhaps I shall not appear so amiable in your Eye, when Age or Sickness have spoil'd my Beauty.
Pa. No more, my Dear, shall I myself be always so young and lusty. I don't only look at that blooming, lovely Body of yours, but it is your Guest within it I am most in Love with.
Ma. What Guest do you mean?
Pa. This Soul of yours, whose Beauty will grow as Years increase.
Ma. In Truth you have a very penetrating Sight, if you can see that through so many Coverings.
Pa. It is with the Eyes of my Mind that I see your Mind, and then besides we shall be ever and anon renewing our Age by our Children.
Ma. But then I shall lose my Maidenhead.
Pa. Right enough; but prithee tell me, if you had a fine Orchard, would you rather chuse never to have nothing but Blossoms on the Trees; or would you rather, that the Blossoms should fall off, and see the Boughs laden with ripe Apples?
Ma. Oh, how cunningly you can argue!