The Proper Work Of Man, The Grand

Slander Is A Complication, A Comprisal And Sum Of All Wickedness.

Industry Has Annexed Thereto The Fairest Fruits And The Richest Rewards.

Nature Has Concatenated Our Fortunes And Affections Together With Indissoluble Bands Of Mutual Sympathy.

As A Stick, When Once It Is Dry And Stiff You May Break It, But You Can Never Bend It Into A Straighter Posture; So Doth The Man Become Incorrigible Who Is Settled And Stiffened Into Vice.

Shall We Keep Our Hands In Our Bosom, Or Stretch Ourselves On Our Beds Of Laziness, While All The World About Us Is Hard At Work, In Pursuing The Designs Of Its Creation?