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Rather Do What Is Nothing To The Purpose Than Be Idle; That The Devil May Find Thee Doing. The Bird That Sits Is Easily Shot, When Fliers Scape The Fowler. Idleness Is The Dead Sea That Swallows All The Virtues, And The Self-made Sepulchre Of A Living Man.

If Thou Wouldst Be Justified, Acknowledge Thine Injustice. He That Confesses His Sin, Begins His Journey Toward Salvation. He That Is Sorry For It, Mends His Pace. He That Forsakes It, Is At His Journey's End.

He That Begins To Live, Begins To Die.

No Labor Is Hard, No Time Is Long, Wherein The Glory Of Eternity Is The Mark We Level At.

Afflictions Clarify The Soul; And Like Hard Masters, Give More Hard Directions, Tutoring The Non-age Of Uncurbed Affections.