This Field Is So Spacious That It

Heaven Hath Many Tongues To Talk Of It, More Eyes To Behold It, But Few Hearts That Rightly Affect It.

What I Have Done Is Worthy Of Nothing But Silence And Forgetfulness, But What God Has Done For Me Is Worthy Of Everlasting And Thankful Memory.

Recreation Is Intended To The Mind As Whetting Is To The Scythe, To Sharpen The Edge Of It, Which Otherwise Would Grow Dull And Blunt,--as Good No Scythe As No Edge.

This Field Is So Spacious That It Were Easy For A Man To Lose Himself In It; And If I Should Spend All My Pilgrimage In This Walk, My Time Would Sooner End Than My Way.

The Godly Man Contrarily Is Afraid Of Nothing; Not Of God, Because He Knows Him His Best Friend, And Will Not Hurt Him; Not Of Satan, Because He Cannot Hurt Him; Not Of Afflictions, Because He Knows They Come From A Loving God, And End In His Good; Not Of The Creatures, Since "the Very Stones In The Field Are In League With Him;" Not Of Himself, Since His Conscience Is At Peace.