With A Bloody Flux Of Oaths Vows

I'll Ne'er Distrust My God For Cloth And Bread While Lilies Flourish And The Raven 's Fed.

Even As The Needle That Directs The Hour, (touched With The Loadstone) By The Secret Power Of Hidden Nature, Points Upon The Pole; Even So The Wavering Powers Of My Soul, Touch'd By The Virtue Of Thy Spirit, Flee From What Is Earth, And Point Alone To Thee.

Take Heed Thou Trust Not The Deceitful Lap Of Wanton Dalilah; The World's A Trap.

The World Is Deceitful; Her End Is Doubtful, Her Conclusion Is Horrible, Her Judge Terrible, And Her Judgment Is Intolerable.

So Use Prosperity, That Adversity May Not Abuse Thee: If In The One, Security Admits No Fears, In The Other, Despair Will Afford No Hopes; He That In Prosperity Can Foretell A Danger Can In Adversity Foresee Deliverance.