Our Body Is A Well-set Clock, Which

Perfection Is The Child Of Time.

How Apt Nature Is, Even In Those Who Profess An Eminence In Holiness, To Raise And Maintain Animosities Against Those Whose Calling Or Person They Pretend To Find Cause To Dislike!

Try To Be Of Some Use To Others.

As The Most Generous Vine, If It Is Not Pruned, Runs Out Into Many Superfluous Stems, And Grows At Last Weak And Fruitless; So Dote The Best Man, If He Be Not Cut Short Of His Desires And Pruned With Afflictions. If It Be Painful To Bleed, It Is Worse To Wither. Let Me Be Pruned, That I May Grow, Rather Than Be Cut Up To Burn.

The Idle Man Is The Devil's Cushion, On Which He Taketh His Free Ease: Who, As He Is Uncapable Of Any Good, So He Is Fitly Disposed For All Evil Motions.