It Is Not Sin That Kills The

As The Most Generous Vine, If It Is Not Pruned, Runs Out Into Many Superfluous Stems, And Grows At Last Weak And Fruitless; So Dote The Best Man, If He Be Not Cut Short Of His Desires And Pruned With Afflictions. If It Be Painful To Bleed, It Is Worse To Wither. Let Me Be Pruned, That I May Grow, Rather Than Be Cut Up To Burn.

Now You Say, Alas! Christianity Is Hard; I Grant It; But Gainful And Happy. I Contemn The Difficulty When I Respect The Advantage. The Greatest Labors That Have Answerable Requitals Are Less Than The Least That Have No Regard. Believe Me, When I Look To The Reward, I Would Not Have The Work Easier. It Is A Good Master Whom We Serve, Who Not Only Pays, But Gives; Not After The Proportion Of Our Earnings, But Of His Own Mercy.

The Idle Man Is The Devil's Cushion, On Which He Taketh His Free Ease: Who, As He Is Uncapable Of Any Good, So He Is Fitly Disposed For All Evil Motions.

The Idle Man Is The Devil's Cushion.

[w]e All Lie Down In Our Bed Of Earth As Sure To Wake As Ever We Can Be To Shut Our Eyes.