If Thou Desire To Be Held Wise,

Yet, Sluggard, Wake, And Gull Thy Soul No More With Earth's False Pleasures, And The World's Delight, Whose Fruit Is Fair And Pleasing To The Sight, But Sour In Taste, False As The Putrid Core: Thy Flaring Glass Is Gems At Her Half Light; She Makes Thee Seeming Rich, But Truly Poor: She Boasts A Kernel, And Bestows A Shell; Performs An Inch Of Her Fair-promis'd Ell: Her Words Protest A Heav'n; Her Works Produce A Hell.

Sin Is A Basilisk Whose Eyes Are Full Of Venom. If The Eye Of Thy Soul See Her First, It Reflects Her Own Poison And Kills Her; If She See Thy Soul, Unseen, Or Seen Too Late, With Her Poison, She Kills Thee: Since Therefore Thou Canst Not Escape Thy Sin, Let Not Thy Sin Escape Thy Observation.

Seest Thou Good Days? Prepare For Evil Times. No Summer But Hath Its Winter. He Never Reaped Comfort In Adversity That Sowed Not In Prosperity.

If Any Speak Ill Of Thee, Flee Home To Thy Own Conscience, And Examine Thy Heart: If Thou Be Guilty, It Is A Just Correction; If Not Guilty, It Is A Fair Instruction: Make Use Of Both; So Shalt Thou Distil Honey Out Of Gall, And Out Of An Open Enemy Create A Secret Friend.

My Mind's My Kingdom.