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Friends And Neighbors Complain That Taxes Are Indeed Very Heavy, And If Those Laid On By The Government Were The Only Ones We Had To Pay, We Might The More Easily Discharge Them; But We Have Many Others, And Much More Grievous To Some Of Us. We Are Taxed Twice As Much By Our Idleness, Three Times As Much By Our Pride, And Four Times As Much By Our Folly.

You May Give Give A Man Office, But You Cannot Give Him Discretion

That Which Resembles Most Living One's Life Over Again, Seems To Be To Recall All The Circumstances Of It; And, To Render This Remembrance More Durable, To Record Them In Writing.

We Hear Of The Conversion Of Water Into Wine At The Marriage In Cana As Of A Miracle. But This Conversion Is, Through The Goodness Of God, Made Every Day Before Our Eyes. Behold The Rain Which Descends From Heaven Upon Our Vineyards, And Which Incorporates Itself With The Grapes, To Be Changed Into Wine; A Constant Proof That God Loves Us, And Loves To See Us Happy.

I Think That A Young State, Like A Young Virgin, Should Modestly Stay At Home, And Wait The Application Of Suitors For An Alliance With Her; And Not Run About Offering Her Amity To All The World; And Hazarding Their Refusal. Our Virgin Is A Jolly One; And Tho At Present Not Very Rich, Will In Time Be A Great Fortune, And Where She Has A Favorable Predisposition, It Seems To Me Well Worth Cultivating.