I Am Now A Man Of Despair,

Now, I Saw, Upon A Time, When He Was Walking In The Fields, That He Was, As He Was Wont, Reading In His Book, And Greatly Distressed In His Mind; And, As He Read, He Burst Out, As He Had Done Before, Crying, What Shall I Do To Be Saved?

He That Comes To Christ Cannot, It Is True, Always Get On As Fast As He Would. Poor Coming Soul, Thou Art Like The Man That Would Ride Full Gallop Whose Horse Will Hardly Trot. Now The Desire Of His Mind Is Not To Be Judged Of By The Slow Pace Of The Dull Jade He Rides On, But By The Hitching And Kicking And Spurring As He Sits On His Back. Thy Flesh Is Like This Dull Jade, It Will Not Gallop After Christ, It Will Be Backward Though Thy Soul And Heaven Lie At Stake.

I Was Never Out Of My Bible.

An Idle Man's Brain Is The Devil's Workshop.

Take Heed Of Driving So Hard After This World, As To Hinder Thyself And Family From Those Duties Towards God, Which Thou Art By Grace Obliged To; As Private Prayer, Reading The Scriptures, And Christian Conference. It Is A Base Thing For Men So To Spend Themselves And Families After This World, As That They Disengage Their Heart To God's Worship.