Every man by nature is a freeman born; by nature no man cometh out of the womb under any civil subjection to king, prince, or judge.

The devil is but a whetstone to sharpen the faith and patience of the saints.-

I know that, as night and shadows are good for flowers, and moonlight and dews are better than a continual sun, so is Christ's absence of special use, and that it hath some nourishing virtue in it, and giveth sap to humility, and putteth an edge on hunger, and funisheth a fairfield to faith to put forth itself, and to exercise its fingers in gripping it seeth not what.

Oh thrice fools are we who like new-born princes weeping in the cradle know not that there is a kingdom before them then let our Lord's sweet hand square us and hammer us and strike off the knots of pride self-love and world-worship and infidelity that He may make us stones and pillars in His Father's house.

Humility is a strange flower; it grows best in winter weather, and under storms of affliction.

Faith's speculations to the worst and hardest, in point of resolution, are sweet.

Let us be faithful and care for our own part, which is to do and suffer for Him, and lay Christ's part on Himself, and leave it there; duties are ours, events are the Lord's.