If You Are Not A Praying Person,

To Run And Work The Law Commands, But Gives Us Neither Feet Nor Hands. But Better News The Gospel Brings, It Bids Us Fly And Gives Us Wings.

I Will Stay In Prison Till The Moss Grows On My Eye Lids Rather Than Disobey God.

No Child Of God Sins To That Degree As To Make Himself Incapable Of Forgiveness.

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.

If We Have Not Quiet In Our Minds, Outward Comfort Will Do No More For Us Than A Golden Slipper On A Gouty Foot.