How Shall I Lose The Sin, Yet

For When Success A Lover's Toil Attends,few Ask, If Fraud Or Force Attain'd His Ends

Fear Not The Anger Of The Wise To Raise; Those Best Can Bear Reproof Who Merit Praise.

On Her White Breast A Sparkling Cross She Wore, Which Jews Might Kiss And Infidels Adore.

Slave To No Sect, Who Takes No Private Road, But Looks Through Nature Up To Nature's God.

Do You Find Yourself Making Excuses When You Do Not Perform? Shed The Excuses And Face Reality. Excuses Are The Loser's Way Out. They Will Mar Your Credibility And Stunt Your Personal Growth.