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Nobody But A Beggar Chooses To Depend Chiefly Upon The Benevolence Of His Fellow-citizens.

People Of The Same Trade Seldom Meet Together, Even For Merriment And Diversion, But The Conversation Ends In A Conspiracy Against The Public, Or In Some Contrivance To Raise Prices. It Is Impossible Indeed To Prevent Such Meetings, By Any Law Which Either Could Be Executed, Or Would Be Consistent With Liberty Or Justice. But Though The Law Cannot Hinder People Of The Same Trade From Sometimes Assembling Together, It Ought To Do Nothing To Facilitate Such Assemblies; Much Less To Render Them Necessary.

I Am A Beau In Nothing But My Books.

All Registers Which, It Is Acknowledged, Ought To Be Kept Secret, Ought Certainly Never To Exist.

Nothing Is More Graceful Than Habitual Cheerfulness.