At A Great Pennyworth Pause A While.

Strange Secrets Are Let Out By Death Who Blabs So Oft The Follies Of This World.

There Is No Gains Without Pain.

The Thrifty Maxim Of The Wary Dutch, Is To Save All The Money They Can Touch

We Must Not In The Course Of Public Life Expect Immediate Approbation And Immediate Grateful Acknowledgment Of Our Services. But Let Us Persevere Through Abuse And Even Injury. The Internal Satisfaction Of A Good Conscience Is Always Present, And Time Will Do Us Justice In The Minds Of The People, Even Those At Present The Most Prejudiced Against Us.

The Madness Of Mobs Or The Insolence Of Soldiers, Or Both, When Too Near To Each Other, Occasion Some Mischief.