Some Laborers Have Hard Hands, And Old

If We Had No Winter, The Spring Would Not Be So Pleasant.

Sin And Shame Ever Go Together; He That Would Be Freed From The Last Must Be Sure To Shun The Company Of The First.

We Must, Therefore, Be Here As Strangers And Pilgrims, That We May Plainly Declare That We Seek A City Above.

Wickedness Comes To Its Height By Degrees. He That Dares Say Of A Less Sin, Is It Not A Little One? Will Ere Long Say Of A Greater, Tush, God Regards It Not!

A Prosperous State Makes A Secure Christian, But Adversity Makes Him Consider.