Hell Is Paved With Infants Skulls.

'tis Hard Preaching A Stone Into Tears, Or Making A Rock To Tremble.

Do Not Mathematics And All Sciences Seem Full Of Contradictions And Impossibilities To The Ignorant, Which Are All Resolved And Cleared To Those That Understand Them?

When We Speak To Drunkards, Worldlings, Or Any Ignorant, Unconverted Men, We Disgrace Them As In That Condition To The Utmost, And Lay It On As Plainly As We Can Speak, And Tell Them Of Their Sin, And Shame, And Misery: And We Expect, Not Only That They Should Bear All Patiently, But Take All Thankfully, And We Have Good Reasons For All This; And Most That I Deal With Do Take It Patiently... But If We Speak To A Godly Minister Against His Errors Or Any Sin... If It Be Not More An Applause Than A Reprehension, They Take It As An Injury Almost Insufferable.

A Foolish Physician He Is, And A Most Unfaithful Friend, That Will Let A Sick Man Die For Fear Of Troubling Him; And Cruel Wretches Are We To Our Friends, That Will Rather Suffer Them To Go Quietly To Hell, Then We Will Anger Them, Or Hazard Our Reputation With Them.

Spend Your Time In Nothing Which You Know Must Be Repented Of; In Nothing On Which You Might Not Pray For The Blessing Of God; In Nothing Which You Could Not Review With A Quiet Conscience On Your Dying Bed; In Nothing Which You Might Not Safely And Properly Be Found Doing If Death Should Surprise You In The Act.