The Scriptures were written, not to make us astronomers, but to make us saints.
So great was the extremity of his pain and anguish, that he did not only sigh but roar.
Many a dangerous temptation comes to us in gay, fine colours, that are but skin-deep.
It is good news, worthy of all acceptation; and yet not too good to be true.
They have most satisfaction in themselves, and consequently the sweetest relish of their creature comforts.
It is common for those that are farthest from God, to boast themselves most of their being near to the Church.
Those that go gold into the furnace will come out no worse.
He rolls it under his tongue as a sweet morsel.
The better day, the worse deed.
