Death is but a passage out of a prison into a palace.

I would say to my soul, O my soul this is not the place of despair; this is not the time to despair in. As long as mine eyes can find a promise in the Bible, as long as there is a moment left me of breath or life in this world, so long will I wait or look for mercy, so long will I fight against unbelief and despair.

If we have not quiet in our minds outward comfort will do no more for us than a golden slipper on a gouty foot.

In prayer, it is better to have a heart without words than words without a heart.

The frog by nature is both damp and cold. Her mouth is large, her belly much will hold. She sits somewhat ascending, loves to beCroaking in gardens, though unpleasantly.

So he passed over and the trumpets sounded for him on the other side.

But chicks from rotten eggs do not proceed, / Nor is a hypocrite a saint indeed. / The rotten egg, though underneath the hen, / If crack'd, stinks, and is loathsome unto men. / Nor doth her warmth make what is rotten sound; / What's rotten, rotten will at last be found. / The hypocrite, sin has him in possession, / He is a rotten egg under profession.

The hypocrite is like unto this frog, / As like as is the puppy to the dog. / He is of nature cold, his mouth is wide / To prate, and at true goodness to deride. / He mounts his head as if he was above / The world, when yet 'tis that which has his love. / And though he seeks in churches for to croak, / He neither loveth Jesus nor his yoke.

Thou may'st, too, here thy spots and freckles see, Hast thou but eyes, and what their numbers be.

Yet my great-grandfather was but a waterman, looking one way, and rowing another.