Hell Is Paved With Infants Skulls.

Spend Your Time In Nothing Which You Know Must Be Repented Of; In Nothing On Which You Might Not Pray For The Blessing Of God; In Nothing Which You Could Not Review With A Quiet Conscience On Your Dying Bed; In Nothing Which You Might Not Safely And Properly Be Found Doing If Death Should Surprise You In The Act.

You May Know God, But Not Comprehend Him.

Speak To Your People As To Men That Must Be Awakened, Either Here Or In Hell.

Hell Is Paved With Infants Skulls.

When We Speak To Drunkards, Worldlings, Or Any Ignorant, Unconverted Men, We Disgrace Them As In That Condition To The Utmost, And Lay It On As Plainly As We Can Speak, And Tell Them Of Their Sin, And Shame, And Misery: And We Expect, Not Only That They Should Bear All Patiently, But Take All Thankfully, And We Have Good Reasons For All This; And Most That I Deal With Do Take It Patiently... But If We Speak To A Godly Minister Against His Errors Or Any Sin... If It Be Not More An Applause Than A Reprehension, They Take It As An Injury Almost Insufferable.