This watch my father did on me bes… A golden one it is, but 'twill not… Unless it be at an uncertainty: But as good none as one to tell a… When ’tis high day my hand will st…

When understand my meaning by my w… How sense of mercy unto faith affo… Both grace to sanctify, and holy m… That soul that of forgiveness doth… Thus having briefly showed you wha…

Man’s like a candle in a candlesti… Made up of tallow and a little wic… And as the candle when it is not l… So is he who is in his sins benigh… Nor can a man his soul with grace…

Tis with the whip the boy sets up… The whip makes it run round upon i… The whip makes it hither and thith… ’Tis with the whip the top is made… Comparison.

The word of faith unto me pardon b… Shows me the ground and reason whe… To wit, free grace, which moved G… His Son to die and bleed, that I… This word doth also loudly preach…

What, barren here! in this so good… The sight of this doth make God’s… From giving thee his blessing; bar… Bear fruit, or else thine end will… Art thou not planted by the water-…

hus, having show’d you what I see Of heaven, I now will tell You also, after search, what be The damned wights of hell. And O, that they who read my line…

God gave us Cloaths to hide our N… And we by them, do it expose to V… Our Pride, and unclean Minds, to… By our Apparel we to others shew.

Two sacraments I do believe there… Baptism and the Supper of the Lor… Both mysteries divine, which do to… By God’s appointment, benefit aff… But shall they be my God, or shal…

The love of Christ, poor I! may t… But ’tis unsearchable. O! there i… Its large dimensions can comprehen… Should they dilate thereon world w… When we had sinned, in his zeal he…

What, hast thou run thy race, art… Thou seemest angry, why dost on us… Yea, wrap thy head with clouds and… As threatening to withdraw from us… O leave us not! When once thou hi…

When I do this begin to apprehend… My heart, my soul, and mind, begin… To God-ward, and sincerely for to… His son, his ways, his people, and… With brokenness of spirit after hi…

My little bird, how canst thou sit And sing amidst so many thorns? Let me a hold upon thee get, My love with honour thee adorns. Thou art at present little worth,

Behold, how eager this our little… Is for a butterfly, as if all joy, All profits, honours, yea, and las… Were wrapped up in her, or the ric… Found in her would be bundled up t…

Thou simple bird, what makes thou… Look, there’s the fowler, pr’ythee… Do’st not behold the net? Look th… Venture a little further, thou art… Is there not room enough in all th…