The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.
'Come hither, my boy, tell me what thou seest there?' 'A fool tangled in a religious snare.'
The fox condemns the trap, not himself.
Every mortal loss is an immortal gain.
If you, who are organised by Divine Providence for spiritual communion, refuse, and bury your talent in the earth, even though you should want natural bread, sorrow and desperation pursue you through life, and after death shame and confusion of face to eternity.
God forbid that Truth should be confined to Mathematical Demonstration!