Actions Receive Their Tincture From The Times,

I Had Dropped A Good Design, Which I Had Once Bent My Thoughts Upon, And That Was To Try If I Could Not Make Some Of My Barley Into Malt, And Then Try To Brew Myself Some Beer.

Today We Love What Tomorrow We Hate, Today We Seek What Tomorrow We Shun, Today We Desire What Tomorrow We Fear, Nay, Even Tremble At The Apprehensions Of.

No Man Commits Evil For The Sake Of It; Even The Devil Himself Has Some Farther Design In Sinning, Than Barely The Wicked Part Of It.

Now, Said I Aloud, My Dear Father's Words Are Come To Pass: God's Justice Has Overtaken Me, And I Have None To Help Or Hear Me: I Rejected The Voice Of Providence.

Wit, Like The Belly, If It Be Not Fed, Will Starve The Members, And Distract The Head.