Care, Mad To See A Man Sae

He That Is Down Needs Fear No Fall. He That Is Low, No Pride; He That Is Humble, Ever Shall Have God To Be His Guide.

The Best Prayer I Ever Prayed Had Enough Sin To Damn The Whole World.

As I Walked Through The Wilderness Of This World, I Lighted On A Certain Place, Where Was A Den; And I Laid Me Down In That Place To Sleep: And As I Slept I Dreamed A Dream. I Dreamed, And Behold I Saw A Man Clothed With Rags, Standing In A Certain Place, With His Face From His Own House, A Book In His Hand, And A Great Burden Upon His Back. I Looked, And Saw Him Open The Book, And Read Therein; And As He Read, He Wept And Trembled: And Not Being Able Longer To Contain, He Brake Out With A Lamentable Cry; Saying, 'what Shall I Do?'

Sincerity Is The Same In A Corner Alone, As It Is Before The Face Of The World. It Knows Not How To Wear Two Vizards, One For An Appearance Before Men, And Another For A Short Snatch In A Corner; But It Must Have God, And Be With Him In The Duty Of Prayer. It Is Not Lip-labour That It Doth Regard, For It Is The Heart That God Looks At, And That Which Sincerity Looks At, And That Which Prayer Comes From, If It Be That Prayer Which Is Accompanied With Sincerity.

Then Said He, ’i Am Going To My Father’s; And Though With Great Difficulty I Am Got Hither, Yet Now I Do Not Repent Me Of All The Trouble I Have Been At To Arrive Where I Am. My Sword I Give To Him That Shall Succeed Me In My Pilgrimage, And My Courage And Skill To Him That Can Get It. My Marks And Scars I Carry With Me, To Be A Witness For Me That I Have Fought His Battles Who Now Will Be My Rewarder.’.... So He Passed Over, And All The Trumpets Sounded For Him On The Other Side.