There Never Was A Good

The Proud Hate Pride In Others.

The Ancients Tell Us What Is Best; But We Must Learn Of The Moderns What Is Fittest.

The Body Of B. Franklin, Printer Like The Cover Of An Old Book Its Contents Turn Out And Stript Of Its Lettering & Guilding Lies Here. Food For Worms For, It Will As He Believed Appear Once More In A New And More Elegant Edition Corrected And Improved By The Author.

Idle Hands Are The Devil's Playthings.

Since They Are Our Right, Let Us Be Vigilant To Preserve Them Uninfringed, And Free From Encroachments. If Animosities Arise, And We Should Be Obliged To Resort To Party, Let Each Of Us Range Himself On The Side Which Unfurls The Ensigns Of Public Good. Faction Will Then Vanish, Which, If Not Timely Suppressed, May Overturn The Balance, The Palladium Of Liberty, And Crush Us Under Its Ruins.