If They Can See You Love Them,

'tis Hard Preaching A Stone Into Tears, Or Making A Rock To Tremble.

And Though It Be Their Sin And Vanity That Is The Cause, It Is Nevertheless Your Sin To Be The Unnecessary Occasion: For You Must Consider That You Live Among Diseased Souls. And You Must Not Lay A Stumblingblock In Their Way, Nor Blow Up The Fire Of Their Lust, Nor Make Your Ornaments Their Snares; But You Must Walk Among Sinful Persons, As You Would Do With A Candle Among Straw Or Gunpowder; Or Else You May See The Flame Which You Would Not Foresee, When It Is Too Late To Quench It.

You Little Know What You Have Done, When You Have First Broke The Bounds Of Modesty; You Have Set Open The Door Of Your Fancy To The Devil, So That He Can, Almost At His Pleasure Ever After, Represent The Same Sinful Pleasure To You Anew; He Hath Now Access To Your Fancy To Stir Up Lustful Thoughts And Desires, So That When You Should Think Of Your Calling, Of Your God, Or Of Your Soul, Your Thoughts Will Be Worse Than Swinish, Upon The Filth That Is Not Fit To Be Named. If The Devil Here Get In A Foot, He Will Not Easily Be Got Out.

I Must Confess, As The Experience Of My Own Soul, That The Expectation Of Loving My Friends In Heaven Principally Kindles My Love To Them While On Earth.

Dangers Breed Fears, And Fears More Dangers Bring.