Nothing Can Render Affliction So Insupportable As

As I Walked Through The Wilderness Of This World, I Lighted On A Certain Place, Where Was A Den; And I Laid Me Down In That Place To Sleep: And As I Slept I Dreamed A Dream. I Dreamed, And Behold I Saw A Man Clothed With Rags, Standing In A Certain Place, With His Face From His Own House, A Book In His Hand, And A Great Burden Upon His Back. I Looked, And Saw Him Open The Book, And Read Therein; And As He Read, He Wept And Trembled: And Not Being Able Longer To Contain, He Brake Out With A Lamentable Cry; Saying, 'what Shall I Do?'

A Comely Sight Indeed It Is To See, A World Of Blossoms On An Apple Tree.

Though There Is Not Always Grace Where There Is The Fear Of Hell, Yet, To Be Sure, There Is No Grace Where There Is No Fear Of God.

Take Heed Of Driving So Hard After This World, As To Hinder Thyself And Family From Those Duties Towards God, Which Thou Art By Grace Obliged To; As Private Prayer, Reading The Scriptures, And Christian Conference. It Is A Base Thing For Men So To Spend Themselves And Families After This World, As That They Disengage Their Heart To God's Worship.

Christians Are Like The Several Flowers In A Garden That Have Each Of Them The Dew Of Heaven, Which, Being Shaken With The Wind, They Let Fall At Each Other's Roots, Whereby They Are Jointly Nourished, And Become Nourishers Of Each Other.