Poor Richard, 1737
Poor Richard, 1737. An Almanack For the Year of Christ 1737,
... By Richard Saunders, Philom. Philadelphia: Printed and sold
by B. Franklin, at the New Printing-Office near the Market. (Yale
University Library)
Courteous and kind Reader,
This is the fifth Time I have appear’d in
Publick, chalking out the future Year for my honest Countrymen, and
foretelling what shall, and what may, and what may not come to
pass; in which I have the Pleasure to find that I have given
general Satisfaction. Indeed, among the Multitude of our
astrological Predictions, ’tis no wonder if some few fail; for,
without any Defect in the Art itself, ’tis well known that a small
Error, a single wrong Figure overseen in a Calculation, may
occasion great Mistakes: But however we Almanack-makers may miss
it in other Things, I believe it will be generally allow’d
That we always hit the Day of the Month, and that I
suppose is esteem’d one of the most useful Things in an
Almanack.
As to the Weather, if I were to fall into the
Method my Brother J----n sometimes uses, and tell you, Snow here
or in New England, —Rain here or in South-Carolina,—Cold to
the Northward,—Warm to the Southward, and the like,
whatever Errors I might commit, I should be something more secure
of not being detected in them: But I consider, it will be of no
Service to any body to know what Weather it is 1000 miles off, and
therefore I always set down positively what Weather my Reader will
have, be he where he will at the time. We modestly desire only the
favourable Allowance of a day or two before and a day or
two after the precise Day against which the Weather is set; and
if it does not come to pass accordingly, let the Fault be laid upon
the Printer, who, ’tis very like, may have transpos’d or misplac’d
it, perhaps for the Conveniency of putting in his Holidays: And
since, in spight of all I can say, People will give him great part
of the Credit of making my Almanacks, ’tis but reasonable he should
take some share of the Blame.
I must not omit here to thank the Publick for
the gracious and kind Encouragement they have hitherto given me:
But if the generous Purchaser of my Labours could see how often his
Fi'-pence helps to light up the comfortable Fire, line
the Pot, fill the Cup and make glad the Heart of a poor Man and an
honest good old Woman, he would not think his Money ill laid out,
tho’ the Almanack of his Friend and Servant were one half blank
Paper.
Rattle-Snake Herb.
The Indians long made a Secret of the Herb they
used in curing the Bite of that venemous Reptile a Rattle-Snake: but since some curious Persons among the
English have fully discover’d and are now well acquainted with it,
I hope it will be an acceptable Service to these Parts of the
World, if I make it more publick by the following Description, with
the Figure of a Leaf of it.
The Top and Branches of the Plant are thick set
with small yellow flowers in August and September. It is a Species
of Golden-Rod, known from the other Sorts by the smoothness of the
Leaf, and its pungent Taste, and occasioning when chewed and
swallow’d, a small Stoppage of the Breath, and Contraction in the
Throat; and the Stalk, which is in some Places less than a yard in
height when at full Growth, in others more, is of a dull purple
colour, and smooth, and cover’d with a fine blue Dust, like that on
many of the English Plums. It grows in most Wood-Lands, but under
the Shade of Trees is seldom rank or large, or with more than one,
two or three Stalks. It is also found on the Banks of dry Ditches,
and sometimes in them, and in Hedge-Rows: But it is most luxuriant
near to Run Sides, if the Soil be rich, and not too moist, nor too
much shaded. The Root continues over the Winter, and if set in a
good Garden, will send forth (in the 2d or 3d Year) at least 50
Stalks. The Plant shoots early in the Spring and withers late in
the Fall.
The Indians use it variously; sometimes they
bruise it between Stones, sometimes chew it and spit in the
Patient’s Mouth, some lay it to the Wound, others about the Wound,
sometimes they boil it and give the Water to drink, washing the
Wound with it likewise: but always some of it is to be swallowed,
either with the Spittle or with Water.
The Leaf figur’d in the Margin is one of the
largest; for the most part they are not near so big though the
Shape be the same.
Hints for those that would be Rich.
The Use of Money is all the Advantage there is
in having Money.
For £6 a Year, you may have the Use of £100 if
you are a Man of known Prudence and Honesty.
He that spends a Groat a day idly, spends idly
above £6 a year, which is the Price of using £100.
He that wastes idly a Groat’s worth of his Time
per Day, one Day with another, wastes the Privilege of using £100
each Day.
He that idly loses 5s. worth of time,
loses 5s. and might as prudently throw 5s. in the
River.
He that loses 5s. not only loses that
Sum, but all the Advantage that might be made by turning it in
Dealing, which by the time that a young Man becomes old, amounts to
a comfortable Bag of Money.
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He that buys upon Credit, pays Interest for what he
buys. |
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And he that pays ready Money, might let that Money out
to |
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He that possesses any Thing he has bought, pays Interest
for |
Consider then, when you are tempted to
buy any unnecessary Housholdstuff, or any superfluous thing,
whether you will be willing to pay Interest, and Interest
upon Interest for it as long as you live; and more if it grows
worse by using.
He that sells upon Credit, expects to lose
5per Cent. by bad Debts; therefore he charges, on all he
sells upon Credit, and Advance that shall make up that
Deficiency.
Those who pay for what they buy upon Credit,
pay their Share of this Advance.
He that pays ready Money, escapes or may escape
that Charge.
A Penny sav’d is Twopence clear, A Pin a day
is a Groat a Year. Save and have. Every little makes a
mickle. XI Mon. January hath xxxi days.
God offer’d to the Jews Salvation
And ’twas refus’d by half the Nation:
Thus, (tho’ ’tis Life’s great Preservation)
Many oppose Inoculation.
We’re told by one of the black Robe
The Devil inoculated Job:
Suppose ’tis true, what he does tell;
Pray, Neighbours, Did not Job do well?
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The greatest monarch on the proudest throne, is oblig’d to
sit upon |
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The Master piece of Man, is to live to the purpose. |
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He that steals the old man’s supper, do’s him no
wrong. |
The Thracian Infant, entring into Life,
Both Parents mourn for, both receive with Grief:
The Thracian Infant snatch’d by Death away,
Both Parents to the Grave with Joy convey.
This, Greece and Rome, you with Derision view;
This is meer Thracian Ignorance to you:
But if you weigh the Custom you despise,
This Thracian Ignorance may teach the wise.
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A countryman between 2 Lawyers, is like a fish between two
cats. |
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He that can take rest is greater than he that can take
cities. |
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The misers cheese is wholesomest. |
Doris, a Widow, past her Prime,
Her Spouse long dead, her Wailing doubles;
Her real Griefs increase by Time;
What might abate, improves her Troubles.
Those Pangs her prudent Hopes supprest,
Impatient now, she cannot smother,
How should the helpless Woman rest?
One’s gone;—nor can she get another.
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Love and lordship hate companions. |
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The nearest way to come at glory, is to do that for
conscience |
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There is much money given to be laught at, though the
purchasers |
A Nymph and a Swain to Apollo once pray’d;
The Swain had been jilted, the Nymph been betray’d.
They came for to try if his Oracle knew
E’er a Nymph that was chast or a Swain that was true.
Apollo stood mute, and had like t’have been pos’d;
At length he thus sagely the question disclos’d:
He alone may be true in whom none will confide,
And the nymph amy be chast that has never been tryd.
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He that can compose himself, is wiser than he that composes
books. |
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Poor Dick, eats like a well man, and drinks like a
sick. |
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After crosses and losses men grow humbler and wiser. |
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Love, Cough, and a Smoke, can’t well be hid. |
Rich Gripe does all his Thoughts and Cunning bend
T’encrease that Wealth he wants the Soul [to] spend:
Poor Shifter does his whole Contrivance set,
To spend that Wealth he wants the Sense to get.
How happy would appear to each his Fate,
Had Gripe his Humour, or he Gripe’s Estate?
Kind Fate and Fortune, blend ’em if you can,
And of two Wretches make one happy Man.
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Well done is better than well said. |
Fine linnen, girls and gold so bright,
Chuse not to take by candle-light.
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He that can travel well afoot, keeps a good horse. |
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There are no ugly Loves, nor handsome Prisons. |
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No better relation than a prudent and faithful Friend. |
Boy, bring a Bowl of China here,
Fill it with Water cool and clear:
Decanter with Jamaica right,
And Spoon of Silver clean and bright,
Sugar twice-fin’d, in pieces cut,
Knife, Sieve and Glass, in order put,
Bring forth the fragrant Fruit, and then
We’re happy till the Clock strikes Ten.
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A Traveller should have a hog’s nose, deer’s legs, and an
ass’s back. |
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At the working man’s house hunger looks in but dares not
enter. |
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A good Lawyer a bad Neighbour. |
Impudent Jack, who now lives by his Shifts,
Borrowing of Driblets, boldly begging Gifts;
For Twenty Shillings lent him t’other Day
(By one who ne’er expected he would pay)
On his Friend’s Paper fain a Note wou’d write;
His Friend, as needless, did refuse it quite;
Paper was scarce, and ’twas too hard, it’s true,
To part with Cash, and lose his Paper too.
Certainlie these things agree,
The Priest, the Lawyer, and Death all three:
Death takes both the weak and the strong.
The lawyer takes from both right and wrong,
And the priest from living and dead has his Fee.
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The worst wheel of the cart makes the most noise. |
On his Death-bed poor Lubin lies;
His Spouse is in Despair;
With frequent Sobs, and mutual Cries,
They both express their Care.
A diff’rent Cause, says Parson Sly,
The same Effect may give;
Poor Lubin fears that he shall die;
His Wife, that he may live.
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Don’t misinform your Doctor nor your Lawyer. |
I never saw an oft-transplanted tree,
Nor yet an oft-removed family,
That throve so well as those that settled be.
VII Mon. September hath xxx days.
To-morrow you’ll reform, you always cry;
In what far Country does this Morrow lie,
That ’tis so mighty long e’er it arrive?
Beyond the Indies does this Morrow live?
’Tis so far-fetch’d, this Morrow, that I fear,
’Twill be both very old, and very dear.
To-morrow I’ll reform, the Fool does say:
To day it self’s too late; the Wise did yesterday.
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Let the Letter stay for the Post, and not the Post for the
Letter. |
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Three good meals a day is bad living. |
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Tis better leave for an enemy at one’s death, than beg of a
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To whom thy secret thou dost tell,
To him thy freedom thou dost sell.
VIII Mon. October hath xxxi days.
On T.T. who destroy’d his Landlord’s fine Wood.
Indulgent Nature to each kind bestows,
A secret Instinct to discern its Foes:
The Goose, a silly Bird, avoids the Fox;
Lambs fly from Wolves; and Sailors steer from rocks;
A Rogue the Gallows, as his Fate, foresees,
And bears the like Antipathy to Trees.
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If you’d have a Servant that you like, serve your
self. |
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He that pursues two Hares at once, does not catch one and
lets |
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If you want a neat wife, chuse her on a Saturday. |
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If you have time dont wait for time. |
You say you’ll spend Five hundred Pound
The World and Men to know,
And take a Tour all Europe round,
Improving as you go.
Dear Sam, in search of others Sense,
Discover not your own;
But wisely double the Expence
That you may pass unknown.
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Tell a miser he’s rich, and a woman she’s old, you’ll get
no money |
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Don’t go to the doctor with every distemper, nor to the
lawyer |
Women are Books, and Men the Readers be,
Who sometimes in those Books Erratas see;
Yet oft the Reader’s raptur’d with each Line,
Fair Print and Paper fraught with Sense divine;
Tho’ some neglectful seldom care to read,
And faithful Wives no more than Bibles heed.
Are Women Books? says Hodge, then would mine were
An Almanack, to change her every Year.
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The Creditors are a superstitious sect, great observers of
set days |
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The noblest question in the world is What Good may I do
in it? |
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Nec sibi, sed toto, genitum se credere mundo. |
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Nothing so popular as Goodness. |
Of the Eclipses, 1737.
There will be four Eclipses this Year, two of
the Sun and two of the Moon.
The first is a great and visible Eclipse of the
Sun, Feb. 18. beginning at 8 h. 1 m. A.M. middle at 9 h. 11 m. end
at 10 h. 20 m. Digits eclipsed near nine, on the upper side of the
Sun.
The second is of the Moon, March 5. at 10 h. 34
m. in the morning, therefore invisible here.
The third is of the Sun, Aug. 14. at 7 h. 30 m.
P.M. invisible also.
The fourth is a visible Defect of the Moon,
Aug. 28. beginning 9 h. 40 m. P.M. the middle at 10 h. 51 m. End
near midnight. Digits eclipsed five and a quarter.
In my last, on the second Eclipse which was of
the Moon, March 1736, celebrated in or the Balance, I
hinted, That Germany would be weighed and found
wanting. The Course of the Year (I speak without Boasting) has
verified that Prediction; for that Empire now weighed in the
Balance of Europe, is found to want two Kingdoms, to wit
Naples and Sicily. May the Doubts I expressed concerning the Empire
itself, prove groundless as to Germany, and be verified in the
Turkish Dominion. Tekel, Peres.
In my last I published some Enigmatical
Prophecies, which I did not expect any one would take for
serious Predictions. The Explanation I promised, follows, viz.
1. The Water of the Sea and Rivers is raised in
Vapours by the Sun, is form’d into Clouds in the Air, and thence
descends in Rain. Now when there is Rain overhead, (which
frequently happens when the Wind is at N.E.) the Cities and Places
on the Earth below, are certainly under Water.
2. The Power with which we were not then at
War, but which, it was said, would take many full laden Vessels
out of our Ports before the End of the Year, is The Wind, whose Forces also are not descried
either coming or going.
3. The Army which it was said would land
in Virginia, Maryland, and the Lower Counties on Delaware, were not
Musketeers with Guns on their Shoulders as some expected;
but their Namesakes, in Pronunciation, tho’ truly spelt
Moschitos, arm’d only with a sharp Sting. Every one knows
they are Fish before they fly, being bred in the Water; and
therefore may properly be said to land before they become
generally troublesome.
A Wonderful Prophecy For January 1737,
which consists entirely of odd Figures.
E’er of this odd odd Year one Month has roll’d,
What Wonders, Reader, shall the World behold!
Four Kings with mighty Force shall Albion’s Isle
Infest with Wars and Tumults for a while;
Then some shall unexpected Treasures gain,
While some mourn o’er an empty Purse in vain:
And many a christian’s Heart shall ake for Fear,
When they the dreadful Sound of Trump shall hear.
Dead Bones shall then be tumbled up and down,
In every City and in every Town.
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