Neutrality Is Dangerous, Whereby Thou Becomest A

Blessedness Is Promised To The Peacemaker, Not To The Conqueror.

Lust Is An Immoderate Wantonness Of The Flesh, A Sweet Poison, A Cruel Pestilence; A Pernicious Poison, Which Weakeneth The Body Of Man, And Effeminateth The Strength Of The Heroic Mind.

If Thy Daughter Marry Well, Thou Hast Found A Son; If Not, Thou Hast Lost A Daughter.

Yet, Sluggard, Wake, And Gull Thy Soul No More With Earth's False Pleasures, And The World's Delight, Whose Fruit Is Fair And Pleasing To The Sight, But Sour In Taste, False As The Putrid Core: Thy Flaring Glass Is Gems At Her Half Light; She Makes Thee Seeming Rich, But Truly Poor: She Boasts A Kernel, And Bestows A Shell; Performs An Inch Of Her Fair-promis'd Ell: Her Words Protest A Heav'n; Her Works Produce A Hell.

Wouldst Thou Know The Lawfulness Of The Action Which Thou Desirest To Undertake, Let Thy Devotion Recommend It To Divine Blessing: If It Be Lawful, Thou Shalt Perceive Thy Heart Encouraged By Thy Prayer; If Unlawful, Thou Shalt Find Thy Prayer Discouraged By Thy Heart. That Action Is Not Warrantable Which Either Blushes To Beg A Blessing, Or, Having Succeeded, Dares Not Present A Thanksgiving.