Lust Is An Immoderate Wantonness Of The

Deliberate Long Before Thou Consecrate A Friend, And When Thy Impartial Justice Concludes Him Worthy Of Thy Bosom, Receive Him Joyfully, And Entertain Him Wisely; Impart Thy Secrets Boldly, And Mingle Thy Thoughts With His: He Is Thy Very Self; And Use Him So; If Thou Firmly Think Him Faithful, Thou Makest Him So.

Demean Thyself More Warily In Thy Study Than In The Street. If Thy Public Actions Have A Hundred Witnesses, Thy Private Have A Thousand. The Multitude Looks But Upon Thy Actions; Thy Conscience Looks Into Them: The Multitude May Chance To Excuse Thee, If Not Acquit Thee; Thy Conscience Will Accuse Thee, If Not Condemn Thee.

When The Flesh Presents Thee With Delights, Then Present Thyself With Dangers; Where The World Possesses Thee With Vain Hopes, There Possess Thyself With True Fear; When The Devil Brings Thee Oil, Bring Thou Vinegar. The Way To Be Safe Is Never To Be Secure.

Death's A Fable. Did Not Heaven Inspire Your Equal Elements With Living Fire Blown From The Spring Of Life? Is Not That Breath Immortal? Come; Ye Are As Free From Death As He That Made Ye: Can The Flames Expire Which He Kindled?

Wrinkle Not Thy Face With Too Much Laughter, Lest Thou Become Ridiculous; Neither Wanton Thy Heart With Too Much Mirth, Lest Thou Become Vain: The Suburbs Of Folly Is Vain Mirth, And Profuseness Of Laughter Is The City Of Fools.