Mr. Lely, I desire you would use all your skill to paint my picture truly like me, and not flatter me at all; but remark all these roughnesses, pimples, warts, and everything as you see me, otherwise I will never pay a farthing for it.

I beseech you, in the bowels of Christ, think it possible you may be mistaken.

He who ceases to be better, ceases to be good.

Some people have food, but no appetite; others have an appetite, but no food. I have both. The Lord be praised.

What is all our histories, but God showing himself, shaking and trampling on everything that he has not planted.

WEEDS AND NETTLES, BRIARS AND THORNS, HAVE THRIVEN UNDER YOUR SHADOW, DISSETTLEMENT AND DIVISION, DISCONTENTMENT AND DISSATISFACTION, TOGETHER WITH REAL DANGERS TO THE WHOLE.

He who stops being better stops being good.