Oh! how irresolute a man often is concerning a sin which he knows to be a sin, but which enchants him with its sweetness. Ah! how a man will say, “I must give it up, but I cannot!” Sin dies hard; it makes a hundred excuses for itself, and pleads, “Is it not a little one? Is it not a sweet one?” O Lord, then give me strength of resolution, and when I know that a thing is wrong, help me to have done with it; and when I perceive an action to be right, help me to make haste and delay not to keep thy commandments. O my Lord, may I never try to patch up a peace between my conscience and myself by trimming and compromising. If I know a thing to be thy will, may I never parley nor question; for this is to rebel. The spirit that parleys is the essence of high treason.—Spurgeon.