“A man says to me, 'Can you explain the seven trumpets of the Revelation?' No, but I can blow one in your ear, and warn you to escape from the wrath to come.”

“Few men would dare to read their own autobiography if all their deeds were recorded in it; few can look back upon their entire career without a blush.”

“Birds sing on a bare bough; O, believer, canst not thou?”

“A sermon wept over is more acceptable with God than one gloried over.”

“The anvil is not afraid of the hammer.”

“The weary sun hath made a golden setAnd by the bright tract of his fiery carGives token of a goodly day to-morrow.”

“How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.”

“Even through the hollow eyes of deathI spy life peering.”