Early To Bed And Early To Rise,

Behold The Rain Which Descends From Heaven Upon Our Vineyards; There It Enters The Roots Of The Vines, To Be Changed Into Wine; A Constant Proof That God Loves Us, And Loves To See Us Happy.

Life's Tragedy Is That We Get Old Too Soon And Wise Too Late.

I Am In The Prime Of Senility.

If We Are Industrious, We Shall Never Starve; For, At The Workingman's House Hunger Looks In, But Dares Not Enter. Nor Will The Bailiff Or The Constable Enter, For Industry Pays Debts, While Despair Increaseth Them.

The Riches Of A Country Are To Be Valued By The Quantity Of Labor Its Inhabitants Are Able To Purchase, And Not By The Quantity Of Silver And Gold They Possess; Which Will Purchase More Or Less Labor, And Therefore Is More Or Less Valuable, As Is Said Before, According To Its Scarcity Or Plenty.