False Friends, and The Sailor's Resolve by Unknown
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Philip, obliged to rouse himself from his indolence, and exert himself
to earn his living, became a far wiser and more estimable man than he would ever have been as the heir to a fortune; and he never forgot the lesson which pain, weakness, and shame had taught him,--that the way of evil is also the way of sorrow. _Thorns and snares are in the way of the froward._ Who Wisdom's path forsakes, Leaves all true joy behind: He who the peace of others breaks, No peace himself shall find. Flowers above and thorns below, Little pleasure, lasting woe,-- Such is the fate that sinners know! The drunkard gaily sings Above his foaming glass; But shame and pain the revel brings, Ere many hours can pass. Flowers above and thorns below, Little pleasure, lasting woe,-- Such is the fate that sinners know! The thief may count his gains;-- If he the sum could see Of future punishment and pains, Sad would his reckoning be! Flowers above and thorns below, Little pleasure, lasting woe,-- Such is the fate that sinners know! |
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