Christ Did Not Die For Any Upon

That Wisdom Which Cannot Teach Me That God Is Love, Shall Ever Pass For Folly.

The Whole Pelagian Poison Of Free-will ... A Clear Exaltation Of The Old Idol Free-will Into The Throne Of God ... That The Decaying Estate Of Christianity Have Invented.

I Wish Thy Lot, Now Bad, Still Worse, My Friend, For When At Worst, They Say, Things Always Mend.

The Vigour, And Power, And Comfort Of Our Spiritual Life Depends On The Mortification Of The Deeds Of The Flesh.

We All Profess That We Are Bound For Heaven, Immortality, And Glory: But Is It Any Evidence That We Really Design It If All Our Thoughts Are Consumed About The Trifles Of This World, Which We Must Leave Behind Us, And Have Only Occasional Thoughts Of Things Above?