The Man Who Does Not

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.

A Comely Sight Indeed It Is To See, A World Of Blossoms On An Apple Tree.

Atten. Pray Of What Disease Did Mr. Badman Die, For Now I Perceive We Are Come Up To His Death? Wise. I Cannot So Properly Say That He Died Of One Disease, For There Were Many That Had Consented, And Laid Their Heads Together To Bring Him To His End. He Was Dropsical, He Was Consumptive, He Was Surfeited, Was Gouty, And, As Some Say, He Had A Tang Of The Pox In His Bowels. Yet The Captain Of All These Men Of Death That Came Against Him To Take Him Away, Was The Consumption, For It Was That That Brought Him Down To The Grave.

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.

No Man, Without Trials And Temptations, Can Attain A True Understanding Of The Holy Scriptures.