I Saw, Moreover, That It Was Not

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?'

Hope Is Never Ill When Faith Is Well.

Great Sins Do Draw Out Great Grace; And Where Guilt Is Most Terrible And Fierce, There The Mercy Of God In Christ, When Showed To The Soul, Appears Most High And Mighty.

Christians Are Like The Several Flowers In A Garden That Have Each Of Them The Dew Of Heaven, Which, Being Shaken With The Wind, They Let Fall At Each Other's Roots, Whereby They Are Jointly Nourished, And Become Nourishers Of Each Other.

It Is Not The Mouth That Is The Main Thing To Be Looked At In Prayer, But Whether The Heart Is So Full Of Affection And Earnestness In Prayer With God, That It Is Impossible To Express Their Sense And Desire; For Then A Man Desires Indeed, When His Desires Are So Strong, Many, And Mighty, That All The Words, Tears, And Groans That Can Come From The Heart, Cannot Utter Them.