It Is Not The Bee's Touching On

Our Good Purposes Foreslowed Are Become Our Tormentors Upon Our Deathbed.

Virtues Go Ever In Troops; They Go So Thick, That Sometimes Some Are Hid In The Crowd; Which Yet Are, But Appear Not.

Infidelity And Faith Look Both Through The Perspective Glass, But At Contrary Ends. Infidelity Looks Through The Wrong End Of The Glass; And, Therefore, Sees Those Objects Near Which Are Afar Off, And Makes Great Things Little,-diminishing The Greatest Spiritual Blessings, And Removing Far From Us Threatened Evils. Faith Looks At The Right End, And Brings The Blessings That Are Far Off In Time Close To Our Eye, And Multiplies God's Mercies, Which, In A Distance, Lost Their Greatness.

Now You Say, Alas! Christianity Is Hard; I Grant It; But Gainful And Happy. I Contemn The Difficulty When I Respect The Advantage. The Greatest Labors That Have Answerable Requitals Are Less Than The Least That Have No Regard. Believe Me, When I Look To The Reward, I Would Not Have The Work Easier. It Is A Good Master Whom We Serve, Who Not Only Pays, But Gives; Not After The Proportion Of Our Earnings, But Of His Own Mercy.

Revenge Commonly Hurts Both The Offerer And Sufferer; As We See In A Foolish Bee, Which In Her Anger Invenometh The Flesh And Loseth Her Sting, And So Lives A Drone Ever After.