I Would Think It A Greater Happiness

Wherever The Fear Of God Rules In The Heart, It Will Appear Both In Works Of Charity And Piety, And Neither Will Excuse Us From The Other.

None Live So Easily, So Pleasantly, As Those That Live By Faith.

Riches, In The Hands Of A Man That Is Wise And Generous, Are Good For Something, But In The Hands Of A Sordid, Sneaking, Covetous Miser, They Are Good For Nothing.

When He [the Slothful Person] Is Pressed To Be Diligent, Either In His Worldly Affairs Or In The Business Of Religion, This Is His Excuse (and A Sorry Excuse It Is As Bad As None).

Shallows Where A Lamb Could Wade And Depths Where An Elephant Would Drown.