Sinners fear not the pride of sin
The worthy dread the ill within.
Since evil begets evil dire
Fear ye evil more than fire.
The wisest of the wise are those
Who injure not even their foes.
His ruin virtue plots who plans
The ruin of another man's.
Who makes poverty plea for ill
Shall reduce himself poorer still.
From wounding others let him refrain
Who would from harm himself remain.
Men may escape other foes and live
But sin its deadly blow will give.
Ruin follows who evil do
As shadow follows as they go.
Let none who loves himself at all
Think of evil however small.
He is secure, know ye, from ills
Who slips not right path to do evils.
FEAR OF SIN
