To Whom You Betray Your Secret You

Some Are Weatherwise, Some Are Otherwise.

In 1736 I Lost One Of My Sons, A Fine Boy Of Four Years Old, By The Small-pox, Taken In The Common Way. I Long Regretted Bitterly, And Still Regret That I Had Not Given It To Him By Inoculation. This I Mention For The Sake Of Parents Who Omit That Operation, On The Supposition That They Should Never Forgive Themselves If A Child Died Under It; My Example Showing That The Regret May Be The Same Either Way, And That, Therefore, The Safer Should Be Chosen.

Necessity Never Made A Good Bargain.

Those Who Would Trade In Their Freedom For Their Protection Deserve Neither.

We Can Defer, Yet Time Is Most Certainly Not.