Fear Of Danger Is Ten

This Town Of Sheffield Is Very Populous And Large, The Streets Narrow, And The Houses Dark And Black, Occasioned By The Continued Smoke Of The Forges, Which Are Always At Work: Here They Make All Sorts Of Cutlery-ware, But Especially That Of Edged-tools, Knives, Razors, Axes, &. And Nails

I Am Giving An Account Of What Was, Not Of What Ought Or Ought Not To Be.

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.

He That Opposes His Own Judgment Against The Consent Of The Times Ought To Be Backed With Unanswerable Truths; And He That Has Truth On His Side Is A Fool As Well As A Coward If He Is Afraid To Own It Because Of Other Men's Opinions.

No Man Commits Evil For The Sake Of It; Even The Devil Himself Has Some Farther Design In Sinning, Than Barely The Wicked Part Of It.