Casting Out Devils Is Mere

Tis Not Seasonable To Call A Man Traitor, That Has An Army At His Heels.

Preaching, In The First Sense Of The Word, Ceased As Soon As Ever The Gospel Was Written.

He That Hath A Scrupulous Conscience Is Like A Horse That Is Not Well Weighed; He Starts At Every Bird That Flies Out Of The Hedge.

There Is No Book On Which We Can Rest In A Dying Moment But The Bible.

Twas An Unhappy Division That Has Been Made Between Faith And Works; Though In My Intellect I May Divide Them, Just As In The Candle I Know There Is Both Light And Heat. But Yet, Put Out The Candle, And They Are Both Gone.