I Account This Body Nothing But A

Our Body Is A Well-set Clock, Which Keeps Good Time, But If It Be Too Much Or Indiscreetly Tampered With, The Alarm Runs Out Before The Hour.

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

The Godly Man Contrarily Is Afraid Of Nothing; Not Of God, Because He Knows Him His Best Friend, And Will Not Hurt Him; Not Of Satan, Because He Cannot Hurt Him; Not Of Afflictions, Because He Knows They Come From A Loving God, And End In His Good; Not Of The Creatures, Since "the Very Stones In The Field Are In League With Him;" Not Of Himself, Since His Conscience Is At Peace.

Words Are As They Are Taken, And Things Are As They Are Used. There Are Even Cursed Blessings.

Even The Best Things Ill Used Become Evils; And, Contrarily, The Worst Things Used Well Prove Good.