Nay, Sir, Those Who Write In Them,

Indolence Is The Devil's Cushion.

But To The Particular Species Of Excellence Men Are Directed, Not By An Ascendant Planet Or Predominating Humour, But By The First Book Which They Read, Some Early Conversation Which They Heard, Or Some Accident Which Excited Ardour And Emulation.

As Long As One Lives He Will Have Need Of Repentance.

Those Writers Who Lie On The Watch For Novelty Can Have Little Hope Of Greatness; For Great Things Cannot Have Escaped Former Observation.

Agriculture Not Only Gives Riches To A Nation, But The Only Riches She Can Call Her Own.