He Is Ill Clothed That Is Bare

Praise To The Undeserving Is Severe Satire.

He That Would Fish, Must Venture His Bait.

We Must, Indeed, All Hang Together Or, Most Assuredly, We Shall All Hang Separately.

I Resolve To Speak Ill Of No Man Whatever, Not Even In A Matter Of Truth; But Rather By Some Means Excuse The Faults I Hear Charged Upon Others, And Upon Proper Occasions Speak All The Good I Know Of Everybody.

The Good Particular Men May Do Separately, In Relieving The Sick, Is Small, Compared With What They May Do Collectively.