Nature Has Left This Tincture

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.

Abused Prosperity Is Oftentimes Made The Very Means Of Our Greatest Adversity.

Not The Man In The Moon, Not The Groaning-board, Not The Speaking Of Friar Bacon's Brazen- Head, Not The Inspiration Of Mother Shipton, Or The Miracles Of Dr. Faustus, Things As Certain As Death And Taxes, Can Be More Firmly Believed.

Thus Fear Of Danger Is Ten Thousand Times More Terrifying Than Danger Itself When Apparent To The Eyes ; And We Find The Burden Of Anxiety Greater, By Much, Than The Evil Which We Are Anxious About.

The Soul Is Placed In The Body Like A Rough Diamond, And Must Be Polished, Or The Luster Of It Will Never Appear.