Nothing Doth So Fool A Man As

The Idle Man Is The Devil's Cushion, On Which He Taketh His Free Ease: Who, As He Is Uncapable Of Any Good, So He Is Fitly Disposed For All Evil Motions.

Surely The Mischief Of Hypocrisy Can Never Be Enough Inveighed Against. When Religion Is In Request, It Is The Chief Malady Of The Church, And Numbers Die Of It; Though Because It Is A Subtle And Inward Evil, It Be Little Perceived. It Is To Be Feared There Are Many Sick Of It, That Look Well And Comely In God's Outward Worship, And They May Pass Well In Good Weather, In Times Of Peace; But Days Of Adversity Are Days Of Trial.

A Reputation Once Broken May Possibly Be Repaired, But The World Will Always Keep Their Eyes On The Spot Where The Crack Was.

Nothing Doth So Fool A Man As Extreme Passion. This Doth Make Them Fools Which Otherwise Are Not, And Show Them To Be Fools Which Are So.

No Marvel If The Worldling Escape Earthly Afflictions. God Corrects Him Not. He Is Base Born And Begot. God Will Not Do Him The Favour To Whip Him. The World Afflicts Him Not, Because It Loves Him: For Each Man Is Indulgent To His Own. God Uses Not The Rod Where He Means To Use The Word. The Pillory Or Scourge Is For Those Malefactors That Shall Escape Execution.