If We Have Not Quiet In Our

There Hath Not One Tear Dropped From Thy Tender Eye Against Thy Lusts, The Love Of This World, Or For More Communion With Jesus Christ, But As It Is Now In The Bottle Of God.

Pray Often, For Prayer Is A Shield To The Soul, A Sacrifice To God, And A Scourge For Satan.

The Fear Of God Is The Beginning Of Wisdom, And They That Lack The Beginning Have Neither Middle Nor End

He That Is Down Needs Fear No Fall.

The Author's Way Of Sending Forth His Second Part Of The Pilgrim. Some Things Are Of That Nature As To Make One's Fancy Chuckle, While His Heart Doth Ache.