The body is the soul's poor house or home, whose ribs the laths are and whose flesh the loam.

Buying, possessing, accumulating--this is not worldliness. But doing this in the love of it, with no love of God paramount--doing it so that thoughts of eternity and God are an intrusion--doing it so that one's spirit is secularized in the process; this is worldliness.

Those Saints, which God loves best, The Devil tempts not least.

Who covets more is evermore a slave.

Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.

Here a little child I stand, Heaving up my either hand; Cold as paddocks though they be, Here I lift them up to Thee, for a benison to fall on our meat, and on us all. Amen.

In vain our labours are, whatsoe'er they be, unless God gives the Benediction.