In This World Nothing Can

Content Makes Poor Men Rich; Discontent Makes Rich Men Poor.

He That By The Plough Would Thrive, Himself Must Either Hold Or Drive.

Ambition Has Its Disappointments To Sour Us, But Never The Good Fortune To Satisfy Us. Its Appetite Grows Keener By Indulgence And All We Can Gratify It With At Present Serves But The More To Inflame Its Insatiable Desires.

Women Are Books, And Men The Readers Be, Who Sometimes In Those Books Erratas See; Yet Oft The Reader's Raptured 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.

Be Ashamed To Catch Yourself Idle.