Abused Prosperity Is Oftentimes Made

Wit, Like The Belly, If It Be Not Fed, Will Starve The Members, And Distract The Head.

So Possible Is It For Us To Roll Ourselves Up In Wickedness, Till We Grow Invulnerable By Conscience; And That Sentinel, Once Dozed, Sleeps Fast, Not To Be Awakened While The Tide Of Pleasure Continues To Flow Or Till Something Dark And Dreadful Brings Us To Ourselves Again.

It Happen'd One Day About Noon Going Towards My Boat, I Was Exceedingly Surpriz'd With The Print Of A Man's Naked Foot On The Shore.

Reason, It Is True, Is Dictator In The Society Of Mankind; From Her There Ought To Lie No Appeal; But Here We Want A Pope In Our Philosophy, To Be The Infallible Judge Of What Is Or Is Not Reason.

All Our Discontents About What We Want Appeared To Spring From The Want Of Thankfulness For What We Have.