Double-minded men, we, like Jacob's first-born, are unstable in all our ways.

We have no anchor, or, what anchor we sometimes have soon slips.

We have no fixed pole-star by which to steer our life.

Any will-o'-the-wisp of pleasure, or advantage, or praise will run us on the rocks.

The searchers of Mansoul, after long search, at last lighted on Anything, and soon made an end of him.