A Man's Opinion Is In Others; His

We Are Often Infinitely Mistaken, And Take The Falsest Measures, When We Envy The Happiness Of Rich And Great Men; We Know Not The Inward Canker That Eats Out All Their Joy And Delight, And Makes Them Really Much More Miserable Than Ourselves.

The Malcontent Is Neither Well, Full Nor Fasting; And Though He Abounds With Complaints, Yet Nothing Dislikes Him But The Present; For What He Condemns While It Was, Once Passed, He Magnifies And Strives To Recall It Out Of The Jaw Of Time. What He Hath He Seeth Not, His Eyes Are So Taken Up With What He Wants; And What He Sees He Careth Not For, Because Be Cares So Much For That Which Is Not.

Gospel Ministers Should Not Only Be Like Dials On Watches, Or Mile-stones Upon The Road, But Like Clocks And Larums, To Sound The Alarm To Sinners. Aaron Wore Bells As Well As Pomegranates, And The Prophets Were Commanded To Lift Up Their Voice Like A Trumpet. A Sleeping Sentinel May Be The Loss Of The City.

The Proud Man Hath No God; The Envious Man Hath No Neighbor; The Angry Man Hath Not Himself.

It Is Not Sin That Kills The Soul, But Impenitence.