Nature Has Left This Tincture

I Know Not What To Call This, Nor Will I Urge That It Is A Secret, Overruling Decree, That Hurries Us On To Be The Instruments Of Our Own Destruction, Even Though It Be Before Us, And That We Rush Upon It With Our Eyes Open.

No Shoots, Says Friday, No Yet, Me Shoot Now, Me No Kill; Me Stay, Give You One More Laugh.

Great Families Of Yesterday We Show, And Lords, Whose Parents Were The Lord Knows Who.

I Have Since Often Observed, How Incongruous And Irrational The Common Temper Of Mankind Is, Especially Of Youth ... That They Are Not Ashamed To Sin, And Yet Are Ashamed To Repent; Not Ashamed Of The Action For Which They Ought Justly To Be Esteemed Fools, But Are Ashamed Of The Returning, Which Only Can Make Them Be Esteemed Wise Men.

As I Had Once Done Thus In My Breaking Away From My Parents, So I Could Not Be Content Now, But I Must Go And Leave The Happy View I Had Of Being A Rich And Thriving Man In My New Plantation, Only To Pursue A Rash And Immoderate Desire Of Rising Faster Than The Nature Of The Thing Admitted; And Thus I Cast My Self Down Again Into The Deepest Gulph Of Human Misery That Ever Man Fell Into, Or Perhaps Could Be Consistent With Life And A State Of Health In The World.