Going to the opera, like getting drunk, is a sin that carries its own punishment with it.
If faith produce no works, I see That faith is not a living tree. Thus faith and works together grow, No separate life they never can know. They're soul and body, hand and heart, ...
Luxury! more perilous to youth than storms or quicksand, poverty or chains.
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