How Strange A Checker-work Of Providence Is

All Our Discontents About What We Want Appeared To Spring From The Want Of Thankfulness For What We Have.

As I Had Once Done Thus In My Breaking Away From My Parents, So I Could Not Be Content Now, But I Must Go And Leave The Happy View I Had Of Being A Rich And Thriving Man In My New Plantation, Only To Pursue A Rash And Immoderate Desire Of Rising Faster Than The Nature Of The Thing Admitted; And Thus I Cast My Self Down Again Into The Deepest Gulph Of Human Misery That Ever Man Fell Into, Or Perhaps Could Be Consistent With Life And A State Of Health In The World.

He That Is Rich Is Wise.

I Could Not Forbear Getting Up To The Top Of A Little Mountain, And Looking Out To Sea, In Hopes Of Seeing A Ship : Then Fancy That, At A Vast Distance, I Spied A Sail, Please Myself With The Hopes Of It, And, After Looking Steadily, Till I Was Almost Blind, Lose It Quite, And Sit Down And Weep Like A Child, And Thus Increase My Misery By My Folly.

Great Families Of Yesterday We Show, And Lords, Whose Parents Were The Lord Knows Who.