Envy Is A Spirit Of

Resolved, Never To Lose One Moment Of Time; But Improve It The Most Profitable Way I Possibly Can.

Salvation Is So Great A Thing, So Glorious An Attainment, That 'tis Worth The While For A Man To Do His Utmost Every Day During His Whole Life In The Use Of All Proper Means That He May Attain.

Immediately Upon The Fall, The Mind Of Man Shrank From Its Primitive Greatness And Expandedness, To An Exceeding Smallness And Contractedness... Before, His Soul Was Under The Government Of The Noble Principles Of Divine Love, Whereby It Was Enlarged To The Comprehensiveness Of All His Fellow Creatures And Their Welfare... [but] Sin, Like Some Powerful Astringent, Contracted His Soul To The Very Small Dimensions Of Selfishness, And God Was Forsaken, And Man Retired Within Himself, And Became Totally Governed By Narrow And Selfish Principles And Feelings.

The Bow Of God's Wrath Is Bent, And His Arrows Made Ready Upon The String. Justice Points The Arrow At Your Heart And Strings The Bow. It Is Nothing But The Mere Pleasure Of God (and That Of An Angry God Without Any Promise Or Obligation At All) That Keeps The Arrow One Moment From Being Made Drunk With Your Blood.

Resolved, Never To Speak Evil Of Anyone, So That It Shall Tend To His Dishonor, More Or Less, Upon No Account Except For Some Real Good.