What I Have Done Is

Sorrows, Because They Are Lingering Guests, I Will Entertain But Moderately, Knowing That The More They Are Made Of The Longer They Will Continue: And For Pleasures, Because They Stay Not, And Do But Call To Drink At My Door, I Will Use Them As Passengers With Slight Respect. He Is His Own Best Friend That Makes The Least Of Both Of Them.

The Idle Man Is The Devil's Cushion, On Which He Taketh His Free Ease: Who, As He Is Uncapable Of Any Good, So He Is Fitly Disposed For All Evil Motions.

Satan Would Seem To Be Mannerly And Reasonable; Making As If He Would Be Content With One-half Of The Heart, Whereas God Challengeth All Or None: As, Indeed, He Hath Most Reason To Claim All That Made All. But This Is Nothing But A Crafty Fetch Of Satan; For He Knows That If He Have Any Part, God Will Have None: So The Whole Falleth To His Share Alone.

Virtues Go Ever In Troops; They Go So Thick, That Sometimes Some Are Hid In The Crowd; Which Yet Are, But Appear Not.

Mark In What Order: First, Our Calling; Then, Our Election; Not Beginning With Our Election First. By Our Calling, Arguing Our Election.