And, If I Were So Low That

It Is Not Sin That Kills The Soul, But Impenitence.

Virtues Go Ever In Troops; They Go So Thick, That Sometimes Some Are Hid In The Crowd; Which Yet Are, But Appear Not.

Mark In What Order: First, Our Calling; Then, Our Election; Not Beginning With Our Election First. By Our Calling, Arguing Our Election.

As You See In A Pair Of Bellows, There Is A Forced Breath Without Life, So In Those That Are Puffed Up With The Wind Of Ostentation, There May Be Charitable Words Without Works.

It Is Of No Small Commendation To Manage A Little Well. To Live Well In Abundance Is The Praise Of The Estate, Not Of The Person. I Will Study More How To Give A Good Account Of My Little, Than How To Make It More.