Many Might Go To Heaven With Half

Freedom Doth With Degree Dispense.

Doing, A Filthy Pleasure Is, And Short; And Done, We Straight Repent Us Of The Sport: Let Us Not Rush Blindly On Unto It, Like Lustful Beasts, That Only Know To Do It: For Lust Will Languish, And That Heat Decay, But Thus, Thus, Keeping Endless Holy-.

You Are Not Now To Think What's Best To Do, As In Beginnings, But What Must Be Done, Being Thus Enter'd; And Slip No Advantage That May Secure You. Let Them Call It Mischief; When It Is Past, And Prosper'd , 'twill Be Virtue.

To The Old, Long Life And Treasure; To The Young, All Health And Pleasure.

Heaven Prepares Good Men With Crosses; But No Ill Can Happen To A Good Man.