O Lust, Thou Infernal Fire, Whose Fuel

The World's An Inn; And I Her Guest.

Thy Pride Is But The Prologue Of Thy Shame; Where Vain-glory Commands, There Folly Counsels; Where Pride Rides, There Shame Lackeys.

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.

Let The Ground Of All Thy Religious Actions Be Obedience; Examine Not Why It Is Commanded, But Observe It Because It Is Commanded. True Obedience Neither Procrastinates Nor Questions.

He That Hath No Cross Deserves No Crown.