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The Blood That Is Once Inflamed With Wine Is Apt To Boil With Rage.

God Loves To See His Creatures Happy; Our Lawful Delight Is His; They Know Not God That Think To Please Him With Making Themselves Miserable. The Idolaters Thought It A Fit Service For Baal To Cut And Lance Themselves; Never Any Holy Man Looked For Thanks From The True God By Wronging Himself.

Fools Measure Actions, After They Are Done, By The Event; Wise Men Beforehand, By The Rules Of Reason And Right. The Former Look To The End, To Judge Of The Act. Let Me Look To The Act, And Leave The End With God.

We Are Often Infinitely Mistaken, And Take The Falsest Measures, When We Envy The Happiness Of Rich And Great Men; We Know Not The Inward Canker That Eats Out All Their Joy And Delight, And Makes Them Really Much More Miserable Than Ourselves.

Those Who Give Not Till They Die Show That They Would Not Then If They Could Keep It Any Longer.