Hanging is too good for him said Mr. Cruelty.

There hath not one tear dropped from thy tender eye against thy lusts, the love of this world, or for more communion with Jesus Christ, but as it is now in the bottle of God.

Our heart oft times wakes when we sleep, and God can speak to that, either by words, by proverbs, by signs and similitudes, as well as if one was awake.

In times of affliction we commonly meet with the sweetest experiences of the love of God.

He hath given me rest by His sorrow, and life by His death.

Our sins, when laid upon Christ, were yet personally ours, not his; so his righteousness, when put upon us, is yet personally his, not ours.

Sleep is sweet to the labouring man.