Let Me Know Myself; Let Others Guess

Our Good Purposes Foreslowed Are Become Our Tormentors Upon Our Deathbed.

And, If I Were So Low That I Accounted Myself The Worst Of All, Yet Some Would Account Themselves In Worse Case.

Fools Measure Actions, After They Are Done, By The Event; Wise Men Beforehand, By The Rules Of Reason And Right. The Former Look To The End, To Judge Of The Act. Let Me Look To The Act, And Leave The End With God.

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.

Gospel Ministers Should Not Only Be Like Dials On Watches, Or Mile-stones Upon The Road, But Like Clocks And Larums, To Sound The Alarm To Sinners. Aaron Wore Bells As Well As Pomegranates, And The Prophets Were Commanded To Lift Up Their Voice Like A Trumpet. A Sleeping Sentinel May Be The Loss Of The City.