Vice Knows [its] Ugly, So [it] Puts

You And I Were Long Friends: You Are Now My Enemy, And I Am Yours.

Eat To Please Thyself, But Dress To Please Others.

The Cunning Man Steals A Horse, The Wise Man Lets Him Alone.

Neglect Kills Injuries, Revenge Increases Them.

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.