The Storm May Be Tempestuous, But It

Therefore Tremble, O Man, At Any Power Thou Hast, Except Thou Usest It For God. Art Thou Strong In Body; Who Hath Thy Strength? God, Or Thy Lusts?

No Torment In The World Is Comparable To An Accusing Conscience.

Let Thy Hope Of Heaven Master Thy Fear Of Death.

As You Love Your Peace, Christian, Be Plain-hearted With God And Man, And Keep The King's Highway.

How Can God Stoop Lower Than To Come And Dwell With A Poor Humble Soul? Which Is More Than If He Had Said, Such A One Should Dwell With Him; For A Beggar To Live At Court Is Not So Much As The King To Dwell With Him In His Cottage.