Things As Certain As Death And Taxes,

Nature Has Left This Tincture In The Blood, That All Men Would Be Tyrants If They Could.

As For Women That Do Not Think Their Own Safety Worth Their Thought, That Impatient Of Their Present State, Resolve As They Call It To Take The First Good Christian That Comes; That Runs Into Matrimony, As A Horse Rushes Into Battle; I Can Say Nothing To Them, But This, That They Are A Sort Of Ladies That Are To Be Pray'd For Among The Rest Of Distemper'd People; And To Me They Look Like People That Venture Their Whole Estates In A Lottery Where There Is A Hundred Thousand Blanks To One Prize.

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.

Whatever Party Of Men Obtain The Reins Of Management, And Have Power To Name The Person Who Shall License The Press, That Party Of Men Have The Whole Power Of Keeping The World In Ignorance, In All Matters Relating To Religion Or Policy, Since The Writers Of That Party Shall Have Full Liberty To Impose Their Notions Upon The World.

'tis No Sin To Cheat The Devil.