But Pleasures Are Like Poppies

Care, Mad To See A Man Sae Happy, E'en Drouned Himsel Amang The Nappy.

Beware Of Resting In The Word Of The Kingdom, Without The Spirit And Power Of The Kingdom Of That Gospel, For The Gospel Coming In Word Only Saves Nobody, For The Kingdom Of God Or The Gospel, Where It Comes To Salvation, Is Not In Word But In Power.

The Author's Way Of Sending Forth His Second Part Of The Pilgrim. Some Things Are Of That Nature As To Make One's Fancy Chuckle, While His Heart Doth Ache.

It Is Sad To See How The Most Of Men Neglect Their Precious Souls, Turning Their Backs Upon The Glorious Gospel, And Little Minding A Crucified Jesus, When, In The Meanwhile, Their Bodies Are Well Provided For, Their Estates Much Regarded, And The Things Of This Present Life Are Highly Prized, As If The Darling Was Of Less Value Than A Clod Of Earth; An Immortal Soul, Than A Perishing Body; A Precious Saviour, Than Unsatisfying Creatures.

I Seek A Place That Can Never Be Destroyed, One That Is Pure, And That Fadeth Not Away, And It Is Laid Up In Heaven, And Safe There, To Be Given, At The Time Appointed, To Them That Seek It With All Their Heart. Read It So, If You Will, In My Book.