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t purpose aught (within thy power), Be sure to doe it, though it be but small; Constancie knits the bones, and make us stowre, When wanton pleasures beckon us to thrall. Who breaks his own bond, forfeiteth himself: What nature made a ship, he makes a shelf. * * * * * By all means use sometimes to be alone. Salute thyself: see what thy soul doth wear. Dare to look in thy chest; for 't is thine own; And tumble up and down what thou find'st there. Who cannot rest till he good fellows finde, He breaks up house, turns out of doores his minde. In clothes, cheap handsomenesse doth bear the bell. Wisdome's a trimmer thing than shop e'er gave. Say not then, This with that lace will do well; But, This with my discretion will be brave. Much curiousnesse is a perpetual wooing; Nothing, with labor; folly, long a doing. * * * * * When once thy foot enters the church, be bare. God is more there than thou; for thou art there Only by his permission. Then beware, And make thyself all reverence and fear. Kneeling ne'er spoiled silk stockings; quit thy state; All equal are within the church's gate. Resort to sermons, but to prayers most: Praying's the end of preaching. O, be drest! Stay not for th' other pin: why thou hast lost A joy for it worth worlds. Thus hell doth jest Away thy blessings, and extremely flout thee, Thy clothes being fast, but thy soul loose about thee. Judge not the preacher; for he is thy judge: If thou mislike him, thou conceiv'st him not. God calleth preaching folly. Do not grudge To pick out treasures from an earthen pot. The worst speak something good: if _all_ want sense, God takes a text, and preacheth Pa-ti-ence. GEORGE HERBERT. * * * * * BRIEFS. WATER TURNED INTO WINE. The conscious water saw its God and blushed. THE WIDOW'S MITES. Two mites, two drops, yet all her house and land, Fall from a steady heart, though trembling hand: The other's wanton wealth foams high, and brave; The other cast away, she only gave. "TWO WENT UP TO THE TEMPLE TO PRAY." Two went to pray? O, rather say, One went to brag, the other to pray; One stands up close and treads on high, Where the other dares not lend his eye; One nearer to God's altar trod, The ot
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