The Few That Pray At All Pray

Habits Are Soon Assumed; But When We Strive To Strip Them Off, 'tis Being Flayed Alive.

An Idler Is A Watch That Wants Both Hands; As Useless If It Goes As When It Stands.

And Hast Thou Sworn On Every Slight Pretence, Till Perjuries Are Common As Bad Pence, While Thousands, Careless Of The Damning Sin, Kiss The Book's Outside, Who Ne'er Look'd Within?

Hast Thou Not Learnd What Thou Art Often Told, A Truth Still Sacred, And Believed Of Old, That No Success Attends On Spears And Swords Unblest, And That The Battle Is The Lords?

Skins May Differ, But Affection Dwells In White And Black The Same.