Never Venture Near The Door Where Sin

Truly, Hope Is The Saint's Covering, Wherein He Wraps Himself, When He Lays His Body Down To Sleep In The Grave: "my Flesh," Saith David, "shall Rest In Hope."

God's Wounds Cure, Sin's Kisses Kill.

Sometimes, Perhaps, Thou Hearest Another Pray With Much Freedom And Fluency, Whilst Thou Canst Hardly Get Out A Few Broken Words. Hence Thou Art Ready To Accuse Thyself And Admire Him, As If The Gilding Of The Key Made It Open The Door The Better.

Let Thy Hope Of Heaven Master Thy Fear Of Death. Why Shouldst Thou Be Afraid To Die, Who Hopest To Live By Dying!

Whoever Hath A Seed Time Of Grace Pass Over His Soul, Shall Have His Harvest Time Also Of Joy.