A Saint Abroad, And A Devil At

He That Forgets His Friend Is Ungrateful To Him; But He That Forgets His Saviour Is Unmerciful To Himself.

Look How Fears Have Presented Themselves, So Have Supports And Encouragements; Yea, When I Have Started, Even As It Were At Nothing Else But My Shadow, Yet God, As Being Very Tender Of Me, Hath Suffered Me To Be Molested, But Would With One Scripture Or Another, Strengthen Me Against All; Insomuch That I Have Often Said, Were It Awful, I Could Pray For Greater Trouble, For The Greater Comfort's Sake.

Though The World Disregard The Society Of God's Children Now, Yet There Is A Time Coming In Which They Would Be Glad To Have The Least Company With Them.

Fear, Lest, By Forgetting What You Are By Nature, You Also Forget The Need That You Have Of Continual Pardon, Support, And Supplies From The Spirit Of Grace, And So Grow Proud Of Your Own Abilities, Or Of What You Have Received From God.

Atten. Pray Of What Disease Did Mr. Badman Die, For Now I Perceive We Are Come Up To His Death? Wise. I Cannot So Properly Say That He Died Of One Disease, For There Were Many That Had Consented, And Laid Their Heads Together To Bring Him To His End. He Was Dropsical, He Was Consumptive, He Was Surfeited, Was Gouty, And, As Some Say, He Had A Tang Of The Pox In His Bowels. Yet The Captain Of All These Men Of Death That Came Against Him To Take Him Away, Was The Consumption, For It Was That That Brought Him Down To The Grave.