Law Is But A Heathen

Thus We Never See The True State Of Our Condition Till It Is Illustrated To Us By Its Contraries, Nor Know How To Value What We Enjoy, But By The Want Of It.

All Our Discontents About What We Want Appeared To Spring From The Want Of Thankfulness For What We Have.

My True Name Is So Well Known In The Records, Or Registers At Newgate, And In The Old-baily, And There Are Some Things Of Such Consequence Still Depending There, Relating To My Particular Conduct, That It Is Not To Be Expected I Should Set My Name, Or The Account Of My Family To This Work; Perhaps, After My Death It May Be Better Known, At Present It Would Not Be Proper, No, Not Tho' A General Pardon Should Be Issued, Even Without Exceptions And Reserve Of Persons Or Crimes.

The Best Of Men Cannot Suspend Their Fate; The Good Die Early, And The Bad Die Late.

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.