Each year one vicious habit rooted out, In time might make the worst Man good throughout.
Dost thou love Life? then do not squander Time; for that’s the Stuff Life is made of.
Don’t throw stones at your neighbours, if your own windows are glass.
Don’t think to hunt two hares with one dog.
Don’t think so much of your own Cunning, as to forget other Mens: A cunning Man is overmatch’d by a cunning Man and a Half.
Don’t overload Gratitude; if you do, she’ll kick.
Don’t judge of Mens Wealth or Piety, by their Sunday Appearances.
Doing an Injury puts you below your Enemy; Revenging one makes you but even with him; Forgiving it sets you above him.
Distrust and caution are the parents of security.
Diligence is the Mother of Good-Luck.
Different Sects like different clocks, may be all near the matter, tho’ they don’t quite agree.
Death takes no bribes.
