Even The Best Things Ill Used Become

Death Borders Upon Our Birth, And Our Cradle Stands In The Grave.

God Loves To See His Creatures Happy; Our Lawful Delight Is His; They Know Not God That Think To Please Him With Making Themselves Miserable. The Idolaters Thought It A Fit Service For Baal To Cut And Lance Themselves; Never Any Holy Man Looked For Thanks From The True God By Wronging Himself.

This Field Is So Spacious That It Were Easy For A Man To Lose Himself In It; And If I Should Spend All My Pilgrimage In This Walk, My Time Would Sooner End Than My Way.

Earthly Greatness Is A Nice Thing, And Requires So Much Chariness In The Managing, As The Contentment Of It Cannot Requite.

We Are Often Infinitely Mistaken, And Take The Falsest Measures, When We Envy The Happiness Of Rich And Great Men; We Know Not The Inward Canker That Eats Out All Their Joy And Delight, And Makes Them Really Much More Miserable Than Ourselves.