Do Well By Doing Good.

In 1736 I Lost One Of My Sons, A Fine Boy Of Four Years Old, By The Small-pox, Taken In The Common Way. I Long Regretted Bitterly, And Still Regret That I Had Not Given It To Him By Inoculation. This I Mention For The Sake Of Parents Who Omit That Operation, On The Supposition That They Should Never Forgive Themselves If A Child Died Under It; My Example Showing That The Regret May Be The Same Either Way, And That, Therefore, The Safer Should Be Chosen.

Only A Virtuous People Are Capable Of Freedom.

Handle Your Tools Without Mittens.

A Man May, If He Knows Not How To Save As He Gets, Keep His Nose To The Grindstone.

Forewarn'd, Forearm'd.