I Saw Few Die Of Hunger; Of

Experience Keeps A Dear School, But Fools Will Learn In No Other, And Scarce In That; For It Is True We May Give Advice, But We Cannot Give Conduct.

The Body Of B. Franklin, Printer Like The Cover Of An Old Book Its Contents Turn Out And Stript Of Its Lettering & Guilding Lies Here. Food For Worms For, It Will As He Believed Appear Once More In A New And More Elegant Edition Corrected And Improved By The Author.

Nor Eye In A Letter, Nor Hand In A Purse, Nor Ear In The Secret Of Another.

I Fear The Man Who Drinks Water And So Remembers This Morning What The Rest Of Us Said Last Night

A Man Wrapped Up In Himself Makes A Very Small Bundle.