Who Often Reads, Will Sometimes

Our Farmers Round, Well Pleased With Constant Gain, Like Other Farmers, Flourish And Complain.

He Tried The Luxury Of Doing Good.

In Idle Wishes, Fools Supinely Stay. Be There A Will And Wisdom Finds A Way.

Oh, Conscience! Conscience! Man's Most Faithful Friend, Him Canst Thou Comfort, Ease, Relieve, Defend; But If He Will Thy Friendly Checks Forego, Thou Art, Oh! Woe For Me, His Deadliest Foe!

't Was Good Advice, And Meant, My Son, Be Good.