How Ready Is Heaven To Those That

No Glass Renders A Man's Form Or Likeness So True As His Speech.

Each Petty Hand Can Steer A Ship Becalm'd; But He That Will Govern And Carry Her To Her Ends, Must Know His Tides, His Currents, How To Shift His Sails; What She Will Bear In Foul, What In Fair Weathers; Where Her Springs Are, Her Leaks, And How To Stop 'em; What Strands, What Shelves, What Rocks Do Threaten Her.

How Near To Good Is What Is Fair!

Of All Wild Beasts Preserve Me From A Tyrant; And Of All Tame A Flatterer.

Cut Men's Throats With Whisperings.