To Be The People Of God Without

A Foolish Physician He Is, And A Most Unfaithful Friend, That Will Let A Sick Man Die For Fear Of Troubling Him; And Cruel Wretches Are We To Our Friends, That Will Rather Suffer Them To Go Quietly To Hell, Then We Will Anger Them, Or Hazard Our Reputation With Them.

I Like To Hear A Man Dwell Much On The Same Essentials Of Christianity. For We Have But One God, And One Christ, And One Faith To Preach; And I Will Not Preach Another Gospel To Please Men With Variety, As If Our Saviour And Our Gospel Had Grown Stale.

An Ounce Of Mirth Is Worth A Pound Of Sorrow.

When We Speak To Drunkards, Worldlings, Or Any Ignorant, Unconverted Men, We Disgrace Them As In That Condition To The Utmost, And Lay It On As Plainly As We Can Speak, And Tell Them Of Their Sin, And Shame, And Misery: And We Expect, Not Only That They Should Bear All Patiently, But Take All Thankfully, And We Have Good Reasons For All This; And Most That I Deal With Do Take It Patiently... But If We Speak To A Godly Minister Against His Errors Or Any Sin... If It Be Not More An Applause Than A Reprehension, They Take It As An Injury Almost Insufferable.

Sit Not Down Without Assurance. Get Alone, And Bring Thy Heart To The Bar Of Trial; Force It To Answer The Interrogatories Put To It; Set The Qualifications Of The Saints On One Side, And The Qualifications Of Thy Soul On The Other Side, And Then Judge What Resemblance There Is Between Them.