Text from Poor Richard's Almanac 1758 edition:

One Nestor is worth two Ajaxes.

When you'’re an Anvil, hold you still;
When you'’re a Hammer, strike your Fill.

When Knaves betray each other, one can scarce be blamed, or the other pitied.

He that carries a small Crime easily, will carry it on when it comes to be an Ox.

Happy Tom Crump, ne'’er sees his own Hump.

Fools need Advice most, but wise Men only are the better for it.

Silence is not always a Sign of Wisdom, but Babbling is ever a Mark of Folly.

Great Modesty often hides great Merit.

You may delay, but Time will not.

Virtue may not always make a Face handsome, but Vice will certainly make it ugly.

Prodigality of Time, produces Poverty of Mind as well as of Estate.

Content is the Philosopher’’s Stone, that turns all it touches into Gold.

He that’’s content, hath enough; He that complains, has too much.

Pride gets into the Coach, and Shame mounts behind.

The first Mistake in publick Business, is the going into it.

Half the Truth is often a great Lie.

The Way to see by Faith, is to shut the Eye of Reason: The Morning Daylight appears plainer when you put out your Candle.

A full Belly makes a dull Brain: The Muses starve in a Cook’’s Shop.

Spare and have is better than spend and crave.

Good-Will, like the Wind, floweth where it listeth.

The Honey is sweet, but the Bee has a Sting.

In a corrupt Age, the putting the World in order would breed Confusion; then e'’en mind your own Business.

To serve the Publick faithfully, and at the same time please it entirely, is impracticable.

Proud Modern Learning despises the antient: School-men are now laught at by School-boys.

Men often mistake themselves, seldom forget themselves.

The idle Man is the Devil’’s Hireling; whose Livery is Rags, whose Diet and Wages are Famine and Diseases.

Rob not God, nor the Poor, lest thou ruin thyself; the Eagle snatcht a Coal from the Altar, but it fired her Nest.

With bounteous Cheer,
Conclude the Year.

 

Year 1733 Quotes

Never spare the Parson’’s wine, nor the Baker’’s pudding.

Visits should be short, like a winters day,
Lest you'’re too troublesom hasten away.

A house without woman & Fire-light, is like a body without soul or sprite.

Kings & Bears often worry their keepers.

Light purse, heavy heart.

He’’s a Fool that makes his Doctor his Heir.

Ne'’er take a wife till thou hast a house (& a fire) to put her in.

He’’s gone, and forgot nothing but to say Farewel – to his creditors.

Love well, whip well.

Let my respected friend J. G.
Accept this humble verse of me. viz.

Ingenious, learned, envy'’d Youth,
Go on as thou’’st began;
Even thy enemies take pride
That thou'’rt their countryman.
Hunger never saw bad bread.

Beware of meat twice boil'’d, & an old foe reconcil'’d.

Great Talkers, little Doers.

A rich rogue, is like a fat hog, who never does good til as dead as a log.

Relation without friendship, friendship without power, power without will, will witho. effect, effect without profit, & profit without vertue, are not worth a farto.

Eat to live, and not live to eat.

March windy, and April rainy,
makes May the pleasantest month of any.

The favour of the Great is no inheritance.

Fools make feasts and wise men eat ‘’em.

Beware of the young Doctor & the old Barber.

He has chang'’d his one ey'’d horse for a blind one.

The poor have little, beggars none, the rich too much, enough not one.

After 3 days men grow weary, of a wench, a guest, & weather rainy.

To lengthen thy Life, lessen thy Meals.

The proof of gold is fire, the proof of woman, gold; the proof of man, a woman.

After feasts made, the maker scratches his head.

Neither Shame nor Grace yet Bob.

Many estates are spent in the getting,
Since women for tea forsook spinning & knitting.

He that lies down with Dogs, shall rise up with fleas.

A fat kitchin, a lean Will.

Distrust & caution are the parents of security.

Tongue double, brings trouble.

Take counsel in wine, but resolve afterwards in water.

He that drinks fast, pays slow.

Great famine when wolves eat wolves.

A good Wife lost is God’’s gift lost.

A taught horse, and a woman to teach, and teachers practising what they preach.

He is ill cloth'’d, who is bare of Virtue.

The heart of a fool is in his mouth, but the mouth of a wise man is in his heart.

Men & Melons are hard to know.

He’’s the best physician that knows the worthlessness of the most medicines.

A fine genius in his own country, is like gold in the mine.

There is no little enemy.

He has lost his Boots but sav'’d his spurs.

The old Man has given all to his Son: O fool! to undress thy self before thou art going to bed.

Cheese and salt meat, should be sparingly eat.

Doors and walls are fools paper.

Anoint a villain and he'’ll stab you, stab him & he'’l anoint you.

Keep your mouth wet, feet dry.

Where bread is wanting, all’’s to be sold.

There is neither honour nor gain, got in dealing with a vil-lain.

The fool hath made a vow, I guess,
Never to let the Fire have peace.

Snowy winter, a plentiful harvest.

Nothing more like a Fool, than a drunken Man.

God works wonders now & then;Behold! a Lawyer, an honest Man!

He that lives carnally, won'’t live eternally.

Innocence is its own Defence.

Time eateth all things, could old Poets say;
The Times are chang'’d, our times drink all away.

Never mind it, she'’l be sober after the Holidays.