To All Apparent Beauties Blind, Each Blemish

The Pleasures Of This World Are Rather From God's Goodness Than Our Own Merit.

Would Thou Confound Thy Enemy, Be Good Thyself.

If I Knew A Miser, Who Gave Up Every Kind Of Comfortable Living, All The Pleasure Of Doing Good To Others, All The Esteem Of His Fellow-citizens, And The Joys Of Benevolent Friendship, For The Sake Of Accumulating Wealth. Poor Man, Said I, You Pay Too Much For Your Whistle.

If We Lose Our Money, It Gives Us Some Concern. If We Are Cheated Or Robb'd Of It, We Are Angry: But Money Lost May Be Found; What We Are Robb'd Of May Be Restored: The Treasure Of Time Once Lost, Can Never Be Recovered; Yet We Squander It As Tho' 'twere Nothing Worth, Or We Had No Use For It.

I Therefore Beg Leave To Move That Henceforth Prayers Imploring The Assistance Of Heaven, And Its Blessing On Our Deliberations, Be Held In This Assembly Every Morning.