But ne'er the rose without the thorn.

Each must in virtue strive for to excel; That man lives twice that lives the first life well.

Twixt kings and tyrants there's this difference known; Kings seek their subjects' good: tyrants their own.

In things a moderation keep; Kings ought to shear, not skin, their sheep.

Thus times do shift, each thing his turn does hold; New things succeed, as former things grow old.

Buying, possessing, accumulating--this is not worldliness. But doing this in the love of it, with no love of God paramount--doing it so that thoughts of eternity and God are an intrusion--doing it so that one's spirit is secularized in the process; this is worldliness.

I do love I know not what; Sometimes this, and sometimes that.