The Busy Man Has Few Idle Visitors;

The Body Of B. Franklin, Printer Like The Cover Of An Old Book Its Contents Turn Out And Stript Of Its Lettering & Guilding Lies Here. Food For Worms For, It Will As He Believed Appear Once More In A New And More Elegant Edition Corrected And Improved By The Author.

Who Judges Best Of A Man, His Enemies Or Himself?

The Learned Fool Writes His Nonsense In Better Language Than The Unlearned, But It Is Still Nonsense.

Rather Go To Bed With Out Dinner Than To Rise In Debt.

Never Spare The Parson's Wine Nor The Baker's Pudding