In Trouble To Be Troubled, Is To

No Shoots, Says Friday, No Yet, Me Shoot Now, Me No Kill; Me Stay, Give You One More Laugh.

I Was Born In The Year 1632, In The City Of York, Of A Good Family, Tho' Not Of That Country, My Father Being A Foreigner Of Bremen, Who Settled First At Hull; He Got A Good Estate By Merchandise, And Leaving Off His Trade, Lived Afterward At York, From Whence He Had Married My Mother, Whose Relations Were Named Robinson, A Very Good Family In That Country, And From Whom I Was Called Robinson Kreutznaer; But By The Usual Corruption Of Words In England, We Are Now Called, Nay We Call Ourselves, And Write Our Name Crusoe, And So My Companions Always Call'd Me.

The Soul Is Placed In The Body Like A Rough Diamond, And Must Be Polished, Or The Luster Of It Will Never Appear.

Things As Certain As Death And Taxes, Can Be More Firmly Believed.

The Best Of Men Cannot Suspend Their Fate; The Good Die Early, And The Bad Die Late.