And Either Victory, Or Else A Grave.

Do Not, As Some Ungracious Pastors Do, Show Me The Steep And Thorny Way To Heaven; Whilst, Like A Puff'd And Reckless Libertine, Himself The Primrose Path Of Dalliance Treads And Recks Not His Own Read.

I’ll Look To Like, If Looking Liking Move; But No More Deep Will I Endart Mine Eye Than Your Consent Gives Strength To Make It Fly.

The Nature Of Bad News Affects The Teller.

O Momentary Grace Of Mortal Men, Which We More Hunt For Than The Grace Of God!

Pause Awhile, And Let My Counsel Sway You.