Exercise

Ah me! how bitter is this Cup to drink! How do I tremble when on it I think! Surely, to fight with Tigres, or to rouse Old hungry Lyons, were less hazardous; Yea, I should think I made a happy Change, To meet a Bear, whom Hunger makes to range, Or to encounter with a Dragon fierce, Whose scaly Hide no Sword did ever pierce.

But what! do I demur; still make Delay! Seem yet to doubt, whether I should obey, Or Rebel prove! let no such tainting Thought, Into my yet untainted Breast be brought. Why stay I? Why forbear then to proceed? Success crowns Acts; Delays but Danger breed, And Strength in Weakness, Faithfulness doth find, When Slothfulness is often left behind.