T Is The Will That Makes The

Bid Me To Love, And I Will Give A Loving Heart To Thee.

No, Not Jove Himselfe, At One Time, Can Be Wise And Love.

In Things A Moderation Keep; Kings Ought To Shear, Not Skin, Their Sheep.

Let Wealth Come In By Comely Thrift, And Not By Any Sordid Shift; 't Is Haste Makes Waste; Extremes Have Still Their Fault. Who Gripes Too Hard The Dry And Slipp'ry Sand, Holds None At All, Or Little, In His Hand.

Buying, Possessing, Accumulating--this Is Not Worldliness. But Doing This In The Love Of It, With No Love Of God Paramount--doing It So That Thoughts Of Eternity And God Are An Intrusion--doing It So That One's Spirit Is Secularized In The Process; This Is Worldliness.