He rolls it under his tongue as a sweet morsel.
None so blind as those who will not see.
So great was the extremity of his pain and anguish, that he did not only sigh but roar.
Those that go gold into the furnace will come out no worse.
They have most satisfaction in themselves, and consequently the sweetest relish of their creature comforts.
None are sent empty away from Christ but those who come to him full of themselves.