The Devil Wipes His Breech With Poor

Virtue And Happiness Are Mother And Daughter.

After Three Days Men Grow Weary, Of A Wench, A Guest, And Weather Rainy.

Be Not Disturbed At Trifles, Or At Accidents Common Or Unavoidable.

Every Pot Must Sit On Its Own Bottom.

When A Religion Is Good, I Conceive It Will Support Itself; And When It Does Not Support Itself, And God Does Not Take Care To Support It So That Its Professors Are Obliged To Call For Help Of The Civil Power, 'tis A Sign, I Apprehend, Of Its Being A Bad One.