Death Borders Upon Our Birth, And Our

Moderation Is The Silken String Running Through The Pearl Chain Of All Virtues.

How Easy It Is For Men To Be Swollen With Admiration Of Their Own Strength And Glory, And To Be Lifted Up So High As To Lose Sight Both Of The Ground Whence They Rose, And The Hand That Advanced Them.

Not To Be Afflicted Is A Sign Of Weakness; For, Therefore God Imposeth No More On Me, Because He Sees I Can Bear No More.

If The Sun Of God's Countenance Shine Upon Me, I May Well Be Content To Be Wet With The Rain Of Affliction.

If Religion Might Be Judged Of According To Men's Intentions, There Would Scarcely Be Any Idolatry In The World.