Sleep Is Sweet To The Labouring Man.

Atten. Pray Of What Disease Did Mr. Badman Die, For Now I Perceive We Are Come Up To His Death? Wise. I Cannot So Properly Say That He Died Of One Disease, For There Were Many That Had Consented, And Laid Their Heads Together To Bring Him To His End. He Was Dropsical, He Was Consumptive, He Was Surfeited, Was Gouty, And, As Some Say, He Had A Tang Of The Pox In His Bowels. Yet The Captain Of All These Men Of Death That Came Against Him To Take Him Away, Was The Consumption, For It Was That That Brought Him Down To The Grave.

All That The Father Giveth Me Shall Come... Here, Therefore, The Lord Jesus Positively Determineth To Put Forth Such A Sufficiency Of All Grace As Shall Effectually Perform This Promise. They Shall Come; That Is, He Will Cause Them To Come, By Infusing Of An Effectual Blessing Into All The Means That Shall Be Used To That End.

The Best Prayer I Ever Prayed Had Enough Sin To Damn The Whole World.

Words Easy To Be Understood Do Often Hit The Mark, When High And Learned Ones Do Only Pierce The Air.

He That Is Down Needs Fear No Fall.