Pleasure Is A Thief To Business.

I Had Dropped A Good Design, Which I Had Once Bent My Thoughts Upon, And That Was To Try If I Could Not Make Some Of My Barley Into Malt, And Then Try To Brew Myself Some Beer.

And Which I Take Notice Of Here, To Put Those Discontented People In Mind Of It, Who Cannot Enjoy Comfortably What God Has Given Them, Because They See And Covet Something That He Has Not Given Them. All Our Discontents About What We Want Appeared To Me To Spring From The Want Of Thankfulness For What We Have.

He That Opposes His Own Judgment Against The Current Of The Times, Ought To Be Back'd With Unanswerable Truths; And He That Has That Truth On His Side, Is A Fool, As Well As A Coward, If He Is Afraid To Own It, Because Of The Currency Or Multitude Of Other Mens Opinions.

I Smil'd To My Self At The Sight Of This Money, O Drug! Said I Aloud, What Art Thou Good For? Thou Art Not Worth To Me, No Not The Taking Off Of The Ground, One Of Those Knives Is Worth All This Heap, I Have No Manner Of Use For Thee, E'en Remain Where Thou Art, And Go To The Bottom As A Creature Whose Life Is Not Worth Saving. However, Upon Second Thoughts, I Took It Away.

In The Course Of Our Lives, The Evil Which In Itself We Seek Most To Shun, And Which, When We Are Fallen Into, Is The Most Dreadful To Us, Is Oftentimes The Very Means Or Door Of Our Deliverance, By Which Alone We Can Be Raised Again From The Affliction We Are Fallen Into.