Though reading and conversation may furnish us with many ideas of men and things, yet it is our own meditation must form our judgment.

Whatever brawls disturb the street, There should be peace at home.

Forbid it Lord that I should boast, save in the death of Christ, my God: All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood.

The passions are the gales of life; and it is religion only that can prevent them from rising into a tempest.

There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain.

And he that does one fault at first And lies to hide it, makes it two.

Let dogs delight to bark and bite, for God hath made them so.