Before Thou Reprehend Another, Take Heed Thou

It Is The Lot Of Man But Once To Die.

My Soul, The Seas Are Rough, And Thou A Stranger In These False Coasts; O Keep Aloof; There's Danger; Cast Forth Thy Plummet; See, A Rock Appears; Thy Ships Want Sea-room; Make It With Thy Tears.

Of All Vices Take Heed Of Drunkenness; Other Vices Are But Fruits Of Disordered Affections--this Disorders, Nay, Banishes Reason; Other Vices But Impair The Soul--this Demolishes Her Two Chief Faculties, The Understanding And The Will; Other Vices Make Their Own Way--this Makes Way For All Vices; He That Is A Drunkard Is Qualified For All Vice.

If Any Speak Ill Of Thee, Flee Home To Thy Own Conscience, And Examine Thy Heart: If Thou Be Guilty, It Is A Just Correction; If Not Guilty, It Is A Fair Instruction: Make Use Of Both; So Shalt Thou Distil Honey Out Of Gall, And Out Of An Open Enemy Create A Secret Friend.

If Thou Hast No Inferiors, Have Patience Awhile, And Thou Shalt Have No Superiors. The Grave Requires No Marshal.