Christ Wants To Slay Reason And Subdue

[the Papists] Ought To Have Sympathy With Us Weak, Poor Christians, And Not Condemn Us Or Make Fun Of Us Because We Are Learning So Childishly To Toddle Along The Benches, Nay, To Creep In The Mire, And Cannot Skip And Dance, On Such Light Feet And Legs, Over And Outside Of God's Commandments, As They Do, The Strong Heroes And Giants ... God Forbid That We Should!

Where The Battle Rages, There The Loyalty Of The Soldier Is Proved; And To Be Steady On All The Battlefield Besides, Is Mere Flight And Disgrace If He Flinches At That Point.

At Poltersberg, There Is A Lake Similarly Cursed. If You Throw A Stone Into It, A Dreadful Storm Immediately Arises, And The Whole Neighboring District Quakes To Its Centre. 'tis The Devils Kept Prisoner There.

Our Bodies Are Always Exposed To Satan. The Maladies I Suffer Are Not Natural, But Devil's Spells.

Brief Let Me Be. The Fewer Words The Better Prayer.