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See How Ye Pharisee In The Temple Stands, And Justifies Himself With Lifted Hands. Whilst Ye Poor Publican With Downcast Eyes, Conscious Of Guilt To God For Mercy Cries.

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.

Hanging Is Too Good For Him Said Mr. Cruelty.

The Difference Between True And False Repentance Lies In This: The Man Who Truly Repents Cries Out Against His Heart; But The Other, As Eve, Against The Serpent, Or Something Else.

The Best Prayers Have Often More Groans Than Words.