The Rotten Apple Spoils His

Hear No Ill Of A Friend, Nor Speak Any Of An Enemy.

I Firmly Believe This ... That Without His Concurring Aid We Shall Succeed In This Political Building No Better, Than The Builders Of Babel: We Shall Be Divided By Our Little Partial Local Interests; Our Projects Will Be Confounded, And We Ourselves Shall Become A Reproach And Bye Word Down To Future Ages. And What Is Worse, Mankind May Hereafter From This Unfortunate Instance, Despair Of Establishing Governments By Human Wisdom And Leave It To Chance, War And Conquest.

Distrust And Caution Are The Parents Of Security.

Before Noah, Men Having Only Water To Drink, Could Not Find The Truth. Accordingly...they Became Abominably Wicked, And They Were Justly Exterminated By The Water They Loved To Drink. This Good Man, Noah, Having Seen That All His Contemporaries Had Perished By This Unpleasant Drink, Took A Dislike To It; And God, To Relieve His Dryness, Created The Vine And Revealed To Him The Art Of Making Le Vin. By The Aid Of This Liquid He Unveiled More And More Truth.

Women Are Books, And Men The Readers Be, Who Sometimes In Those Books Erratas See; Yet Oft The Reader's Raptured With Each Line, Fair Print And Paper, Fraught With Sense Divine; Tho' Some, Neglectful, Seldom Care To Read, And Faithful Wives No More Than Bibles Heed. Are Women Books? Says Hodge, Then Would Mine Were An Almanack, To Change Her Every Year.