He That Is Rich Is Wise, And

I Smil'd To My Self At The Sight Of This Money, O Drug! Said I Aloud, What Art Thou Good For? Thou Art Not Worth To Me, No Not The Taking Off Of The Ground, One Of Those Knives Is Worth All This Heap, I Have No Manner Of Use For Thee, E'en Remain Where Thou Art, And Go To The Bottom As A Creature Whose Life Is Not Worth Saving. However, Upon Second Thoughts, I Took It Away.

And Of All Plagues With Which Mankind Are Curst, Ecclesiastic Tyranny's The Worst.

Whatever Party Of Men Obtain The Reins Of Management, And Have Power To Name The Person Who Shall License The Press, That Party Of Men Have The Whole Power Of Keeping The World In Ignorance, In All Matters Relating To Religion Or Policy, Since The Writers Of That Party Shall Have Full Liberty To Impose Their Notions Upon The World.

Nature Has Left This Tincture In The Blood, That All Men Would Be Tyrants If They Could.

Things As Certain As Death And Taxes, Can Be More Firmly Believed.