Never Confuse Motion With Action.

Death Is A Fisherman, The World We See His Fish-pond Is, And We The Fishes Be; His Net Some General Sickness; Howe'er He Is Not So Kind As Other Fishers Be; For If They Take One Of The Smaller Fry, They Throw Him In Again, He Shall Not Die: But Death Is Sure To Kill All He Can Get, And All Is Fish With Him That Comes To Net.

The One Who Fails To Prepare Is Preparing To Fail.

The Body Of B. Franklin, Printer Like The Cover Of An Old Book Its Contents Turn Out And Stript Of Its Lettering & Guilding Lies Here. Food For Worms For, It Will As He Believed Appear Once More In A New And More Elegant Edition Corrected And Improved By The Author.

He Who Is In Love With Himself Has No Rivals.

Hold Your Council Before Dinner; The Full Belly Hates Thinking As Well As Acting.