Only A Virtuous People Are Capable Of

A Father's A Treasure; A Brother's A Comfort; A Friend Is Both.

The Doorstep To The Temple Of Wisdom Is A Knowledge Of Our Own Ignorance.

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

Many Estates Are Spent In The Getting, Since Women For Tea Forsake Spinning And Knitting, And Men For Punch Forsake Hewing And Splitting.

We Have No Poor Houses In The Colonies, And If We Had, We Would Have No One To Put In Them, As In The Colonies There Is Not A Single Unemployed Man, No Poor And No Vagabonds.