Those prayers God likes best which come seething hot from the heart.

The godly have some good in them, therefore the devil afflicts them; and some evil in them, therefore God afflicts them.

Thus it is in hell; they would die, but they cannot. The wicked shall be always dying but never dead; the smoke of the furnacedascends for ever and ever. Oh! who can endure thus to be ever upon the rack? This word "ever" breaks the heart. Wicked men do now think the Sabbaths long, and think a prayer long; but oh! how long will it be to lie in hell for ever and ever?

The more we enjoy of God, the more we are ravished with delight.

We spend our years with sighing; it is a valleyof tears; but death is the funeral of all our sorrows.

God sweetens outward pain with inward peace.

God will not be behind-hand in love to us: for our drop, we shall receive an ocean.