DOTH Satan tempt thee, either by pleasures, dignities or profits? O my soul, stand upon thy guard; gird on thy strength with such thoughts as these: What can the world profit me, if its cares choke me? How can pleasure comfort me if the sting poison me? Or what advancement is this, to be triumphing in honor before the face of men here, and to be trembling for shame before the throne of God hereafter? What are the delights of the world to the peace of my conscience, or the joy that is in the Holy Ghost? What are the applauses of men to the crown prepared by God? or what is the gain of the world to the loss of my soul? The vanity of the creature is far beneath the excellency of my soul; therefore, Satan, you and I must keep at an everlasting distance, or I shall be lost forever.