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There Is No Enemy Can Hurt Us But By Our Own Hands. Satan Could Not Hurt Us, If Our Own Corruption Betrayed Us Not. Afflictions Cannot Hurt Us Without Our Own Impatience. Temptations Cannot Hurt Us, Without Our Own Yieldance. Death Could Not Hurt Us, Without The Sting Of Our Own Sins. Sins Could Not Hurt Us, Without Our Own Impenitence.

Garments That Have Once One Rent In Them Are Subject To Be Torn On Every Nail, And Glasses That Are Once Cracked Are Soon Broken; Such Is Man's Good Name Once Tainted With Just Reproach.

That Which The French Proverb Hath Of Sickness Is True Of All Evils, That They Come On Horseback, And Go Away On Foot; We Have Often Seen A Sudden Fall Or One Meal's Surfeit Hath Stuck By Many To Their Graves; Whereas Pleasures Come Like Oxen, Slow, And Heavily, And Go Away Like Post-horses, Upon The Spur.

God Loveth Adverbs; And Cares Not How Good, But How Well.

Earthly Greatness Is A Nice Thing, And Requires So Much Chariness In The Managing, As The Contentment Of It Cannot Requite.