Epitaph On A Scolding Wife By Her

I Resolve To Speak Ill Of No Man Whatever, Not Even In A Matter Of Truth; But Rather By Some Means Excuse The Faults I Hear Charged Upon Others, And Upon Proper Occasions Speak All The Good I Know Of Everybody.

Strive To Be The Best And You May Succeed: He May Well Win The Race That Runs By Himself.

Cut The Wings Of Your Hens And Hopes, Lest They Lead You A Weary Dance After Them.

To Succeed, Jump As Quickly At Opportunities As You Do At Conclusions.

In Short, I Conceive That Great Part Of The Miseries Of Mankind Are Brought Upon Them By The False Estimates They Have Made Of The Value Of Things, And By Their Giving Too Much For Their Whistles.