Who Is Wise? He That Learns From

He That Hath A Trade, Hath An Estate.

After Three Days Men Grow Weary, Of A Wench, A Guest, And Weather Rainy.

No Nation Has Ever Been Ruined By Trade.

In 1736 I Lost One Of My Sons, A Fine Boy Of Four Years Old, By The Small-pox, Taken In The Common Way. I Long Regretted Bitterly, And Still Regret That I Had Not Given It To Him By Inoculation. This I Mention For The Sake Of Parents Who Omit That Operation, On The Supposition That They Should Never Forgive Themselves If A Child Died Under It; My Example Showing That The Regret May Be The Same Either Way, And That, Therefore, The Safer Should Be Chosen.

I Know Not Which Lives More Unnatural Lives, Obeying Husbands, Or Commanding Wives.