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That Which The French Proverb Hath Of Sickness Is True Of All Evils, That They Come On Horseback, And Go Away On Foot; We Have Often Seen A Sudden Fall Or One Meal's Surfeit Hath Stuck By Many To Their Graves; Whereas Pleasures Come Like Oxen, Slow, And Heavily, And Go Away Like Post-horses, Upon The Spur.

The Godly Man Contrarily Is Afraid Of Nothing; Not Of God, Because He Knows Him His Best Friend, And Will Not Hurt Him; Not Of Satan, Because He Cannot Hurt Him; Not Of Afflictions, Because He Knows They Come From A Loving God, And End In His Good; Not Of The Creatures, Since "the Very Stones In The Field Are In League With Him;" Not Of Himself, Since His Conscience Is At Peace.

What I Have Done Is Worthy Of Nothing But Silence And Forgetfulness, But What God Has Done For Me Is Worthy Of Everlasting And Thankful Memory.

God Loves To See His Creatures Happy; Our Lawful Delight Is His; They Know Not God That Think To Please Him With Making Themselves Miserable. The Idolaters Thought It A Fit Service For Baal To Cut And Lance Themselves; Never Any Holy Man Looked For Thanks From The True God By Wronging Himself.

It Is Not Sin That Kills The Soul, But Impenitence.