The Blood That Is Once Inflamed With

It Is Not Sin That Kills The Soul, But Impenitence.

The Malcontent Is Neither Well, Full Nor Fasting; And Though He Abounds With Complaints, Yet Nothing Dislikes Him But The Present; For What He Condemns While It Was, Once Passed, He Magnifies And Strives To Recall It Out Of The Jaw Of Time. What He Hath He Seeth Not, His Eyes Are So Taken Up With What He Wants; And What He Sees He Careth Not For, Because Be Cares So Much For That Which Is Not.

Worldly Ambition Is Founded On Pride Or Envy, But Emulation, Or Laudable Ambition, Is Actually Founded In Humility; For It Evidently Implies That We Have A Low Opinion Of Our Present Attainments, And Think It Necessary To Be Advanced.

If Religion Might Be Judged Of According To Men's Intentions, There Would Scarcely Be Any Idolatry In The World.

The Blood That Is Once Inflamed With Wine Is Apt To Boil With Rage.