And, If I Were So Low That

Gospel Ministers Should Not Only Be Like Dials On Watches, Or Mile-stones Upon The Road, But Like Clocks And Larums, To Sound The Alarm To Sinners. Aaron Wore Bells As Well As Pomegranates, And The Prophets Were Commanded To Lift Up Their Voice Like A Trumpet. A Sleeping Sentinel May Be The Loss Of The City.

Even The Best Things Ill Used Become Evils; And, Contrarily, The Worst Things Used Well Prove Good.

Society Is The Atmosphere Of Souls; And We Necessarily Imbibe From It Something Which Is Either Infectious Or Healthful.

God Loves To See His Creatures Happy; Our Lawful Delight Is His; They Know Not God That Think To Please Him With Making Themselves Miserable. The Idolaters Thought It A Fit Service For Baal To Cut And Lance Themselves; Never Any Holy Man Looked For Thanks From The True God By Wronging Himself.

And, If I Were So Low That I Accounted Myself The Worst Of All, Yet Some Would Account Themselves In Worse Case.