What A Silly Fellow Must He Be

Fear Hath The Common Fault Of A Justice Of Peace, And Is Apt To Conclude Hastily From Every Slight Circumstance, Without Examining The Evidence On Both Sides.

O Innocence, How Glorious And Happy A Portion Art Thou To The Breast That Possesses Thee! Thou Fearest Neither The Eyes Nor The Tongues Of Men. Truth, The Most Powerful Of All Things, Is Thy Strongest Friend; And The Brighter The Light Is In Which Thou Art Displayed, The More It Discovers Thy Transcendent Beauties.

There Is Nothing So Useful To Man In General, Nor So Beneficial To Particular Societies And Individuals, As Trade. This Is That Alma Mater, At Whose Plentiful Breast All Mankind Are Nourished.

Life May As Properly Be Called An Art As Any Other.

The Highest Friendship Must Always Lead Us To The Highest Pleasure.