Thou Can'st Not Joke An Enemy Into

In Other Men We Faults Can Spy,/ And Blame The Mote That Dims Their Eye;/ Each Little Speck And Blemish Find;/ To Our Own Stronger Errors Blind.

Beauty And Folly Are Old Companions.

What Maintains One Vice Would Bring Up Two Children.

Taxes Are Indeed Very Heavy - We Are Taxed Twice As Much By Our Idleness. Three Times As Much By Our Pride. And Four Times As Much By Our Folly.

I Was Put To The Grammar-school At Eight Years Of Age, My Father Intending To Devote Me, As The Tithe Of His Sons, To The Service Of The Church.