The Proud Man Hath No

As The Most Generous Vine, If It Is Not Pruned, Runs Out Into Many Superfluous Stems, And Grows At Last Weak And Fruitless; So Dote The Best Man, If He Be Not Cut Short Of His Desires And Pruned With Afflictions. If It Be Painful To Bleed, It Is Worse To Wither. Let Me Be Pruned, That I May Grow, Rather Than Be Cut Up To Burn.

I Have Seldom Seen Much Ostentation And Much Learning Met Together. The Sun, Rising And Declining, Makes Long Shadows; At Mid Day, When He Is Highest, None At All.

This Field Is So Spacious That It Were Easy For A Man To Lose Himself In It; And If I Should Spend All My Pilgrimage In This Walk, My Time Would Sooner End Than My Way.

Heaven Hath Many Tongues To Talk Of It, More Eyes To Behold It, But Few Hearts That Rightly Affect It.

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.