We Seldom Call Anybody Lazy, But Such

I Don't Believe That There Is A Human Creature In His Senses, Arrived To Maturity, That At Some Time Or Other Has Not Been Carried Away By This Passion (sc. Envy) In Good Earnest; Yet I Never Met With Any One Who Dared Own He Was Guilty Of It But In Jest.

Those Who Get Their Living By Their Daily Labor . . . Have Nothing To Stir Them Up To Be Serviceable But Their Wants Which It Is A Prudence To Relieve, But Folly To Cure.

They That Examine Into The Nature Of Man, Abstract From Art And Education, May Observe, That What Renders Him A Sociable Animal, Consists Not In His Desire Of Company, Good-nature, Pity, Affability, And Other Graces Of A Fair Outside; But That His Vilest And Most Hateful Qualities Are The Most Necessary Accomplishments To Fit Him For The Largest, And, According To The World, The Happiest And Most Flourishing Societies.

If Laying Aside All Worldly Greatness And Vain-glory, I Should Be Ask'd Where I Thought It Was Most Probable That Men Might Enjoy True Happiness, I Would Prefer A Small Peaceable Society, In Which Men, Neither Envy'd Nor Esteem'd By Neighbours, Should Be Contented To Live Upon The Natural Product Of The Spot They Inhabit, To A Vast Multitude Abounding In Wealth And Power, That Should Always Be Conquering Others By Their Arms Abroad, And Debauching Themselves By Foreign Luxury At Home.

One Good Man May Take Another's Word, If They So Agree, But A Whole Nation Ought Never To Trust To Any Honesty, But What Is Built Upon Necessity; For Unhappy Is The People, And Their Constitution Will Be Ever Precarious, Whose Welfare Must Depend Upon The Virtues And Consciences Of Ministers And Politicians.