Wit, Like The Belly, If It Be

All Men Would Be Tyrants If They Could.

Pride, The First Peer And President Of Hell.

I Learned To Look More Upon The Bright Side Of My Condition, And Less Upon The Dark Side, And To Consider What I Enjoyed, Rather Than What I Wanted : And This Gave Me Sometimes Such Secret Comforts, That I Cannot Express Them ; And Which I Take Notice Of Here, To Put Those Discontented People In Mind Of It, Who Cannot Enjoy Comfortably What God Has Given Them, Because They See And Covet Something That He Has Not Given Them. All Our Discontents About What We Want Appeared To Me To Spring From The Want Of Thankfulness For What We Have.

So Possible Is It For Us To Roll Ourselves Up In Wickedness, Till We Grow Invulnerable By Conscience; And That Sentinel, Once Dozed, Sleeps Fast, Not To Be Awakened While The Tide Of Pleasure Continues To Flow Or Till Something Dark And Dreadful Brings Us To Ourselves Again.

Though I Don't Like The Crew, I Won't Sink The Ship. In Fact, In Time Of Storm I'll Do My Best To Save It. You See, We Are All In This Craft And Must Sink Or Swim Together.