God's Pleasure Is At The End Of

Alas! Fond Child, How Are Thy Thoughts Beguil'd To Hope For Honey From A Nest Of Wasps? Thou May'st As Well Go Seek For Ease In Hell, Or Sprightly Nectar From The Mouths Of Asps. The World's A Hive, From Whence Thou Canst Derive No Good, But What Thy Soul's Vexation Brings: But Case Thou Meet Some Petty-petty Sweet, Each Drop Is Guarded With A Thousand Stings.

The Road To Perseverance Lies By Doubt.

If Thy Faith Have No Doubts, Thou Has Just Cause To Doubt Thy Faith; And If Thy Doubts Have No Hope, Thou Hast Just Reason To Fear Despair; When Therefore Thy Doubts Shall Exercise Thy Faith, Keep Thy Hopes Firm To Qualify Thy Doubts; So Shall Thy Faith Be Secured From Doubts; So Shall Thy Doubts Be Preserved From Despair.

Luxury Is An Enticing Pleasure, A Bastard Mirth, Which Hath Honey In Her Mouth, Gall In Her Heart, And A Sting In Her Tail.

Let The Fear Of A Danger Be A Spur To Prevent It.