O Who Would Trust This World, Or

My Soul, Sit Thou A Patient Looker-on; Judge Not The Play Before The Play Is Done: Her Plot Hath Many Changes; Every Day Speaks A New Scene; The Last Act Crowns The Play

Necessity Of Action Takes Away The Fear Of The Act, And Makes Bold Resolution The Favorite Of Fortune.

Things Temporal Are Sweeter In The Expectation, Things Eternal Are Sweeter In The Fruition; The First Shames Thy Hope, The Second Crowns It; It Is A Vain Journey, Whose End Affords Less Pleasure Than The Way.

He That Hath No Cross Deserves No Crown.

Think Not Thy Love To God Merits God's Love To Thee; His Acceptance Of Thy Duty Crowns His Own Gifts In Thee; Man's Love To God Is Nothing But A Faint Reflection Of God's Love To Man.