Economy Is The Parent Of

An Age That Melts In Unperceiv'd Decay, And Glides In Modest Innocence Away.

Many Leave The Labours Of Half Their Life To Their Executors And To Chance, Because They Will Not Send Them Abroad Unfinished, And Are Unable To Finish Them, Having Prescribed To Themselves Such A Degree Of Exactness As Human Diligence Can Scarcely Ontain.

Labor, If It Were Not Necessary For Existence, Would Be Indispensable For The Happiness Of Man.

But The Distant Hope Of Being One Day Useful Or Eminent Ought Not To Mislead Us Too Far From That Study Which Is Equally Requisite To The Great And Mean, To The Celebrated And Obscure; The Art Of Moderating The Desires, Of Repressing The Appetites; And Of Conciliating Or Retaining The Favour Of Mankind.

Must Helpless Man, In Ignorance Sedate, Roll Darkly Down The Torrent Of His Fate.