What Good Shall I Do This Day?

Trouble Springs From Idleness.

Wish Not So Much To Live Long As To Live Well.

Pride Is As Loud A Beggar As Want, And A Great Deal More Saucy. When You Have Bought One Fine Thing, You Must Buy Ten More, That Your Appearance May Be All Of A Piece; But It Is Easier To Suppress The First Desire Than To Satisfy All That Follow It.

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.

Pride Is Said To Be The Last Vice The Good Man Gets Clear Of.