Men, Even The Elect, Have Too Many

He Hath Given Me Rest By His Sorrow, And Life By His Death.

Thou Art Beaten That Thou Mayest Be Better.

The Heart, When Broken, Is Like Sweet Gums And Spices When Beaten; For As Such Cast Their Fragrant Scent Into The Nostrils Of Men, So The Heart, When Broken, Casts Its Sweet Smell Into The Nostrils Of God.

We Know Not The Matter Of The Things For Which We Should Pray, Neither The Object To Whom We Pray, Nor The Medium By Or Through Whom We Pray; None Of These Things Know We, But By The Help And Assistance Of The Spirit.

A Saint Abroad, And A Devil At Home.