It Is Not He That Reads Most,

Surely The Mischief Of Hypocrisy Can Never Be Enough Inveighed Against. When Religion Is In Request, It Is The Chief Malady Of The Church, And Numbers Die Of It; Though Because It Is A Subtle And Inward Evil, It Be Little Perceived. It Is To Be Feared There Are Many Sick Of It, That Look Well And Comely In God's Outward Worship, And They May Pass Well In Good Weather, In Times Of Peace; But Days Of Adversity Are Days Of Trial.

Words Are As They Are Taken, And Things Are As They Are Used. There Are Even Cursed Blessings.

It Is Not Sin That Kills The Soul, But Impenitence.

I Account This Body Nothing But A Close Prison To My Soul; And The Earth A Larger Prison To My Body. I May Not Break Prison Till I Be Loosed By Death; But I Will Leave It, Not Unwillingly,when I Am Loosed.

If Religion Might Be Judged Of According To Men's Intentions, There Would Scarcely Be Any Idolatry In The World.