Wickedness Is Its Own Punishment.

How Is The Anxious Soul Of Man Befool'd In His Desire, That Thinks An Hectic Fever May Be Cool'd In Flames Of Fire?

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.

Wickedness Is Its Own Punishment.

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

Some Only Break Their Fast, And So Away: Others Stay To Dinner, And Depart Full Fed: The Deepest Age But Sups, And Goes To Bed: He's Most In Debt That Lingers Out The Day: Who Dies Betime, Has Less, And Less To Pay.