cannot pass up the street without your eye becoming a perfect hell-gate
of lust, of hate, of ill-will, of resentment and of revenge. Your eye
falls on a man, on a woman, on a house, on a shop, on a school, on a
church, on a carriage, on a cart, on an innocent child's perambulator
even; and, devil let loose that you are, your eye fills your heart on the
spot with absolute hell-fire. Your presence and your progress poison the
very streets of the city. And that, not as the short-sighted and the
vulgar will read Solomon's plain-spoken Scripture, with the poison of
lewdness and uncleanness, but with the still more malignant, stealthy,
and deadly poison of social, professional, political, and ecclesiastical
hatred, resentment, and ill-will. Whoredom and wine openly slay their
thousands on all our streets; but envy and spite, dislike and hatred
their ten thousands. The fact is, we would never know how malignantly
wicked our hearts are but for our eyes. But a sudden spark, a single
flash through the eye falling on the gunpowder that fills our hearts,
that lets us know a hundred times every day what at heart we are made of.
'Of a verity, O Lord, I am made of sin, and that my life maketh
manifest,' prays Bishop Andrewes every day. Why, sir, not to go to the
street, the direction in which your eyes turn in this house this evening
will make this house a very 'den,' as our Lord said--yes, a very den to
you of temptation and transgression. My son, let thine eyes look right
on. Ponder the path of thy feet, turn not to the right hand nor to the
left--remove thy foot from all evil!

4. There is still another eye that is almost as good as an eye out
altogether, and that is a Job's eye. Job was the first author of that
eye and all we who have that excellent eye take it of him. 'I have made
a covenant with mine eyes,' said that extraordinary man--that
extraordinarily able, honest, exposed and exercised man. Now, you must
all know what a covenant is. A covenant is a compact, a contract, an