Little Leaks Sink The Ship.

Women Are Books, And Men The Readers Be, Who Sometimes In Those Books Erratas See; Yet Oft The Reader's Raptured With Each Line, Fair Print And Paper, Fraught With Sense Divine; Tho' Some, Neglectful, Seldom Care To Read, And Faithful Wives No More Than Bibles Heed. Are Women Books? Says Hodge, Then Would Mine Were An Almanack, To Change Her Every Year.

Buy What Thou Hast No Need Of And Ere Long Thou Shalt Sell Thy Necessities.

Enjoy The Present Hour, Be Mindful Of The Past; And Neither Fear Nor Wish The Approaches Of The Last. Learn Of The Skillful: He That Teaches Himself, Hath A Fool For His Master.

[t]he More Public Provisions Were Made For The Poor, The Less They Provided For Themselves, And Of Course Became Poorer . . . [taking] Away From Before Their Eyes The Greatest Of All Inducements To Industry, Frugality, And Sobriety, By Giving Them A Dependence Of Somewhat Else Than A Careful Accumulation During Youth And Health For Support In Age And Sickness.

Hide Not Your Talents. They For Use Were Made. What's A Sundial In The Shade?