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He That Comes To Christ Cannot, It Is True, Always Get On As Fast As He Would. Poor Coming Soul, Thou Art Like The Man That Would Ride Full Gallop Whose Horse Will Hardly Trot. Now The Desire Of His Mind Is Not To Be Judged Of By The Slow Pace Of The Dull Jade He Rides On, But By The Hitching And Kicking And Spurring As He Sits On His Back. Thy Flesh Is Like This Dull Jade, It Will Not Gallop After Christ, It Will Be Backward Though Thy Soul And Heaven Lie At Stake.

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.

A Saint Abroad, And A Devil At Home.

Dark Clouds Bring Waters, When The Bright Bring None.

God, As I May Say, Is Forced To Break Men's Hearts, Before He Can Make Them Willing To Cry To Him, Or Be Willing That He Should Have Any Concerns With Them; The Rest Shut Their Eyes, Stop Their Ears, Withdraw Their Hearts, Or Say Unto God, Be Gone.