Please Your Eye And Plague Your Heart.

To Be Poor And Independent Is Very Nearly An Impossibility.

But What Is To Be The Fate Of The Great Wen Of All? The Monster, Called, By The Silly Coxcombs Of The Press, "the Metropolis Of The Empire"?

Good Government Is Known From Bad Government By This Infallible Test: That Under The Former The Labouring People Are Well Fed And Well Clothed, And Under The Latter, They Are Badly Fed And Badly Clothed.

Another Great Evil Arising From This Desire To Be Thought Rich; Or Rather, From The Desire Not To Be Thought Poor, Is The Destructive Thing Which Has Been Honored By The Name Of "speculation"; But Which Ought To Be Called Gambling.

It Is No Small Mischief To A Boy, That Many Of The Best Years Of His Life Should Be Devoted To The Learning Of What Can Never Be Of Any Real Use To Any Human Being. His Mind Is Necessarily Rendered Frivolous And Superficial By The Long Habit Of Attaching Importance To Words Instead Of Things; To Sound Instead Of Sense.