At The Day Of Doom

I Saw A Man Clothed With Rags . . . A Book In His Hand, And A Great Burden Upon His Back.

Great Grace And Small Gifts Are Better Than Great Gifts And No Grace.

A Man There Was, Though Some Did Count Him Mad, The More He Cast Away The More He Had.

In Prayer It Is Better To Have A Heart Without Words Than Words Without A Heart.

Atten. Pray Of What Disease Did Mr. Badman Die, For Now I Perceive We Are Come Up To His Death? Wise. I Cannot So Properly Say That He Died Of One Disease, For There Were Many That Had Consented, And Laid Their Heads Together To Bring Him To His End. He Was Dropsical, He Was Consumptive, He Was Surfeited, Was Gouty, And, As Some Say, He Had A Tang Of The Pox In His Bowels. Yet The Captain Of All These Men Of Death That Came Against Him To Take Him Away, Was The Consumption, For It Was That That Brought Him Down To The Grave.