Sin, That Amends, Is But Patched With

Trifles Light As Air Are To The Jealous Confirmations Strong As Proofs Of Holy Writ.

Light Vanity, Insatiate Cormorant, Consuming Means, Soon Preys Upon Itself.

Every Fair From Fair Sometime Declines

Most Dangerous Is That Temptation That Doth Goad Us On To Sin In Loving Virtue.

Bear With My Weakness. My Old Brain Is Troubled. Be Not Disturbed With My Infirmity.