I Scarce Ever Heard Or

He That Riseth Late, Must Trot All Day, And Shall Scarce Overtake His Business At Night.

I Was Put To The Grammar-school At Eight Years Of Age, My Father Intending To Devote Me, As The Tithe Of His Sons, To The Service Of The Church.

Fatigue Is The Best Pillow.

Trouble Springs From Idleness.

Ambition Has Its Disappointments To Sour Us, But Never The Good Fortune To Satisfy Us. Its Appetite Grows Keener By Indulgence And All We Can Gratify It With At Present Serves But The More To Inflame Its Insatiable Desires.