(Henry Law, "The Burnt Offering")
Sin's sweetness tempts by its flattering
baits. But bitterness ensues.
It shows enticements in its front.
It seems to call to rich delights.
It promises a honied feast.
But ah! the juice is gall.
The dregs are wormwood.
Sin's smiles end in hell pains!
Poor worldlings snatch at miscalled
pleasure's husk. They eat, and fret,
and pine, and perish!