Breathes There A Man, Whose Judgment Clear

Sincerity Is The Same In A Corner Alone, As It Is Before The Face Of The World. It Knows Not How To Wear Two Vizards, One For An Appearance Before Men, And Another For A Short Snatch In A Corner; But It Must Have God, And Be With Him In The Duty Of Prayer. It Is Not Lip-labour That It Doth Regard, For It Is The Heart That God Looks At, And That Which Sincerity Looks At, And That Which Prayer Comes From, If It Be That Prayer Which Is Accompanied With Sincerity.

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

Nae Man Can Tether Time Nor Tide.

Atten. Pray Of What Disease Did Mr. Badman Die, For Now I Perceive We Are Come Up To His Death? Wise. I Cannot So Properly Say That He Died Of One Disease, For There Were Many That Had Consented, And Laid Their Heads Together To Bring Him To His End. He Was Dropsical, He Was Consumptive, He Was Surfeited, Was Gouty, And, As Some Say, He Had A Tang Of The Pox In His Bowels. Yet The Captain Of All These Men Of Death That Came Against Him To Take Him Away, Was The Consumption, For It Was That That Brought Him Down To The Grave.

Look How Fears Have Presented Themselves, So Have Supports And Encouragements; Yea, When I Have Started, Even As It Were At Nothing Else But My Shadow, Yet God, As Being Very Tender Of Me, Hath Suffered Me To Be Molested, But Would With One Scripture Or Another, Strengthen Me Against All; Insomuch That I Have Often Said, Were It Awful, I Could Pray For Greater Trouble, For The Greater Comfort's Sake.