Truly, hope is the saint's covering, wherein he wraps himself, when he lays his body down to sleep in the grave: "My flesh," saith David, "shall rest in hope."

All the plots of hell and commotions on earth have not so much as shaken God's hand to spoil one letter or line he has been drawing.

The Christian is bred by the Word, and he must be fed by it.

To forsake sin, is to leave it without any thought reserved of returning to it again.

Humility is a necessary veil to all other graces.

Many lose heaven because they are ashamed to go in a fool's coat thither.

We need not borrow and take up sorrows upon use of the morrow, to make up our present load; as we read of daily bread, so of a daily cross, Luke ix. M, which we are bid to take, not to make.