The life and adventures of Robinson Crusoe

it is never too late to be wise

e got a good estate by merchandise, and leaving off his trade, lived afterwards at York, from whence he had married my mother, whose relations were named Robinson, a very good family in that country, and from whom I was called Robinson Kreutznaer; but, by the usual corruption of words in England, we are now called—nay we call ourselves and write our na

this was but a taste of the misery I was to go through, as will appear in the sequel of this story.

from a merchant to a miserable slave, I was perfectly overwhelmed

we were obliged to yield, and were carried all prisoners into Sallee, a port belonging to the Moors

I was now set up for a Guinea trader

my return, almost £300; and this filled me with those aspiring thoughts which have since so completed my ruin.

This captain taking a fancy to my conversation,

It was my great misfortune that in all these adventures I did not ship myself as a sailor; when, though I might indeed have worked a little harder than ordinary, yet at the same time I should have learnt the duty and office of a foremast man, and in time might have qualified myself for a mate or lieutenant, if not for a master. But as it was always my fate to choose for the worse, so I did here; for having money in my pocket and good clothes upon my back, I would always go on board in the habit of a gentleman; and so I neither had any business in the ship, nor learned to do any.

make me deaf to all good advice,