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Dangers Breed Fears, And Fears More Dangers Bring.

If A Man That Is Desperately Sick Today, Did Believe He Should Arise Sound The Next Morning; Or A Man Today, In Despicable Poverty, Had Assurance That He Should Tomorrow Arise A Prince: Would They Be Afraid To Go To Bed....?

A Foolish Physician He Is, And A Most Unfaithful Friend, That Will Let A Sick Man Die For Fear Of Troubling Him; And Cruel Wretches Are We To Our Friends, That Will Rather Suffer Them To Go Quietly To Hell, Then We Will Anger Them, Or Hazard Our Reputation With Them.

You Little Know What You Have Done, When You Have First Broke The Bounds Of Modesty; You Have Set Open The Door Of Your Fancy To The Devil, So That He Can, Almost At His Pleasure Ever After, Represent The Same Sinful Pleasure To You Anew; He Hath Now Access To Your Fancy To Stir Up Lustful Thoughts And Desires, So That When You Should Think Of Your Calling, Of Your God, Or Of Your Soul, Your Thoughts Will Be Worse Than Swinish, Upon The Filth That Is Not Fit To Be Named. If The Devil Here Get In A Foot, He Will Not Easily Be Got Out.

I Like To Hear A Man Dwell Much On The Same Essentials Of Christianity. For We Have But One God, And One Christ, And One Faith To Preach; And I Will Not Preach Another Gospel To Please Men With Variety, As If Our Saviour And Our Gospel Had Grown Stale.