'tis Hard Preaching A Stone Into Tears,

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.

Is It Not Enough That All The World Is Against Us, But We Must Also Be Against One Another? O Happy Days Of Persecution, Which Drove Us Together In Love, Whom The Sunshine Of Liberty And Prosperity Crumbles Into Dust By Our Contentions!

You Will Cast Away Your Cards And Dice When You Find The Sweetness Of Youthful Learning.

This Is The Sanctification Of Your Studies: When They Are Devoted To God, And When He Is The End, The Object, And The Life Of Them All.

We Shall Then Have Joy Without Sorrow, And Rest Without Weariness...be Of Good Cheer, Christian, The Time Is Near, When God And Thou Shalt Be Near, And As Near As Thou Canst Well Desire. Thou Shalt Dwell In His Family.