Man Wants But Little Here Below, Nor

The Whitewash'd Wall, The Nicely Sanded Floor, The Varnish'd Clock That Click'd Behind The Door; The Chest, Contriv'd A Double Debt To Pay,- A Bed By Night, A Chest Of Drawers By Day.

For Just Experience Tells, In Every Soil, That Those That Think Must Govern Those That Toil.

Want Of Prudence Is Too Frequently The Want Of Virtue.

We Sometimes Had Those Little Rubs Which Providence Sends To Enhance The Value Of Its Favors.

He Makes A Very Handsome Corpse And Becomes His Coffin Prodigiously.