We know that the body needs bread, therefore we seek for bread for it: so must we seek for the food of the soul.

One canon reduced to writing by God himself, two testaments, three creeds, four general councils, five centuries, and the series of Fathers in that period – the centuries that is, before Constantine, and two after, determine the boundary of our faith.

Well yet, this life such as it is, yet we love it, and loath we are to end it and if it be in hazard by the law, what running, riding, posting, suing, bribing, and if all will not serve, what breaking prison is there for it!

What shall I do that I may inherit eternal life? Keep the commandments.

There is no part of the whole course of our Saviour Christ's life or death, but it is well worthy our looking on and from each part in it there goeth virtue to do us good.

Wisdom ruleth in counsel -- so do riches.

Take away, O Lord, the veil of my heart while I read the Scriptures.

For having wealth and wherewithal to do good, if you do it not, talk not of faith, for you have no faith in you.

Gratitude is the praise we offer God: for teachers kind, benefactors never to be forgotten, for all who have advantaged me, by writings, sermons, converse, prayers, examples, for all these and all others which I know, which I know not, open, hidden, remembered, and forgotten.

It is good reason, that man consisting of two parts, the soul and body, the body only should not take up all, but the soul should be remembered too. Enjoying is the body's part, and well-doing is the soul's your souls are suitors to you to remember them, that is, to remember well-doing, which is the soul's portion.

Pray we for the Clergy that they may rightly divide, that they may rightly walk that while they teach others, themselves may learn.

Ever since our first fathers by infection took this morbum sathanicum, this devilish disease, pride, of the devil, such tinder is our nature, that every little spark sets us on fire our nature hath grown so light, that every little thing puffeth us up, and sets us aloft in our altitudes presently.

Behold, O Lord, that I am indignant with myself, for my senseless, profitless, hurtful, perilous passions that I loathe myself, for these inordinate, unseemly, deformed, false, shameful, disgraceful passions that my confusion is daily before me, and the shame of my face hath covered me. Alas! woe, woe! O me, how long?