He That Drinks Fast, Pays

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.

Sloth, Like Rust, Consumes Faster Than Labor Wears, While The Used Key Is Always Bright.

O Powerful Goodness! Bountiful Father! Merciful Guide! Increase In Me That Wisdom Which Discovers My Truest Interest. Strengthen My Resolution To Perform What That Wisdom Dictates. Accept My Kind Offices To Thy Other Children As The Only Return In My Power For Thy Continual Favours To Me.

A Little Neglect May Breed Great Mischief.

My List Of Virtues Contain'd At First But Twelve: But A Quaker Friend Having Kindly Inform'd Me That I Was Generally Thought Proud; That My Pride Show'd Itself Frequently In Conversation; That I Was Not Content With Being In The Right When Discussing Any Point, But Was Overbearing & Rather Insolent; Of Which He Convinc'd Me By Mentioning Several Instances; - I Determined Endeavouring To Cure Myself ..., And I Added Humility To My List, Giving An Extensive Meaning To The Word.