The name of the Slough was Despond.

Dark clouds bring waters, when the bright bring none.

Now may this little Book a blessing be To those that love this little Book, and me: And may its Buyer have no cause to say, His money is but lost, or thrown away.

Nae man can tether time nor tide.

The Swamp of Despond is that place set before the narrow gate where true and false pilgrims alike are assaulted by their own internal corruption and pollution. The dirt and scum that has attached itself to our hearts and minds is agitated and revealed by both the workings of a guilty conscience and the devouring avarice of the enemy of our souls.The

If we have not quiet in our minds, outward comfort will do no more for us than a golden slipper on a gouty foot.

The best prayers have often more groans than words.