Business Neglected Is Business Lost.

I Smil'd To My Self At The Sight Of This Money, O Drug! Said I Aloud, What Art Thou Good For? Thou Art Not Worth To Me, No Not The Taking Off Of The Ground, One Of Those Knives Is Worth All This Heap, I Have No Manner Of Use For Thee, E'en Remain Where Thou Art, And Go To The Bottom As A Creature Whose Life Is Not Worth Saving. However, Upon Second Thoughts, I Took It Away.

I Had Dropped A Good Design, Which I Had Once Bent My Thoughts Upon, And That Was To Try If I Could Not Make Some Of My Barley Into Malt, And Then Try To Brew Myself Some Beer.

He Look'd A Little Disorder'd, When He Said This, But I Did Not Apprehend Any Thing From It At That Time, Believing As It Us'd To Be Said, That They Who Do Those Things Never Talk Of Them; Or That They Who Talk Of Such Things Never Do Them.

I Am Giving An Account Of What Was, Not Of What Ought Or Ought Not To Be.

What Are The Sorrows Of Other Men To Us, And What Their Joy?