I Could Not Be Satisfied

Christians Are Like The Several Flowers In A Garden That Have Each Of Them The Dew Of Heaven, Which, Being Shaken With The Wind, They Let Fall At Each Other's Roots, Whereby They Are Jointly Nourished, And Become Nourishers Of Each Other.

Be Of Good Cheer, Jesus Christ Maketh Thee Whole.

The More He Cast Away, The More He Had.

What A Fool, Quoth He, Am I, Thus To Lie In A Stinking Dungeon, When I May As Well Walk At Liberty! I Have A Key In My Bosom, Called Promise, That Will, I Am Persuaded, Open Any Lock In Doubting Castle.

In All Your Prayers Forget Not To Thank The Lord For His Mercies.