In 1736 I lost one of my sons, a fine boy of four years old, by the small-pox, taken in the common way. I long regretted bitterly, and still regret that I had not given it to him by inoculation. This I mention for the sake of parents who omit that operation, on the supposition that they should never forgive themselves if a child died under it; my example showing that the regret may be the same either way, and that, therefore, the safer should be chosen.

He that won't be counseled can't be helped. He that would have a short Lent, let him borrow Money to be repaid at Easter.

He that scatters thorns, let him not go barefoot.

Quarrels never could last long, if on one side only lay the wrong.

At a great pennyworth pause a while.

That man alone loves himself rightly who procures the greatest possible good to himself through the whole of his existence and so pursues pleasure as not to give for it more than it is worth.

By heaven we understand a state of happiness infinite in degree, and endless in duration.