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No Marvel If The Worldling Escape Earthly Afflictions. God Corrects Him Not. He Is Base Born And Begot. God Will Not Do Him The Favour To Whip Him. The World Afflicts Him Not, Because It Loves Him: For Each Man Is Indulgent To His Own. God Uses Not The Rod Where He Means To Use The Word. The Pillory Or Scourge Is For Those Malefactors That Shall Escape Execution.

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No Marvel If The

Joseph Hall

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No Marvel If The Worldling Escape Earthly Afflictions. God Corrects Him Not. He Is Base Born And Begot. God Will Not Do Him The Favour To Whip Him. The World Afflicts Him Not, Because It Loves Him: For Each Man Is Indulgent To His Own. God Uses Not The Rod Where He Means To Use The Word. The Pillory Or Scourge Is For Those Malefactors That Shall Escape Execution.

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Seldom Was Any Knowledge Given To Keep, But To Impart; The Grace Of This Rich Jewel Is Lost In Concealment.

Death Did Not First Strike Adam, The First Sinful Man, Nor Cain, The First Hypocrite, But Abel, The Innocent And Righteous. The First Soul That Met With Death, Overcame Death; The First Soul That Parted From Earth Went To Heaven. Death Argues Not Displeasure, Because He Whom God Loved Best Dies First, And The Murderer Is Punished With Living.

Infidelity And Faith Look Both Through The Perspective Glass, But At Contrary Ends. Infidelity Looks Through The Wrong End Of The Glass; And, Therefore, Sees Those Objects Near Which Are Afar Off, And Makes Great Things Little,-diminishing The Greatest Spiritual Blessings, And Removing Far From Us Threatened Evils. Faith Looks At The Right End, And Brings The Blessings That Are Far Off In Time Close To Our Eye, And Multiplies God's Mercies, Which, In A Distance, Lost Their Greatness.

It Is Of No Small Commendation To Manage A Little Well. To Live Well In Abundance Is The Praise Of The Estate, Not Of The Person. I Will Study More How To Give A Good Account Of My Little, Than How To Make It More.

This Field Is So Spacious That It Were Easy For A Man To Lose Himself In It; And If I Should Spend All My Pilgrimage In This Walk, My Time Would Sooner End Than My Way.

Good Prayers Never Come Creeping Home. I Am Sure I Shall Receive Either What I Ask, Or What I Should Ask.

Worldly Ambition Is Founded On Pride Or Envy, But Emulation, Or Laudable Ambition, Is Actually Founded In Humility; For It Evidently Implies That We Have A Low Opinion Of Our Present Attainments, And Think It Necessary To Be Advanced.

He Is A Very Humble Man, That Thinks Not Himself Better Than Some Others.

The Idle Man Is The Devil's Cushion.

What I Have Done Is Worthy Of Nothing But Silence And Forgetfulness, But What God Has Done For Me Is Worthy Of Everlasting And Thankful Memory.

And, If I Were So Low That I Accounted Myself The Worst Of All, Yet Some Would Account Themselves In Worse Case.

Try To Be Of Some Use To Others.

Garments That Have Once One Rent In Them Are Subject To Be Torn On Every Nail, And Glasses That Are Once Cracked Are Soon Broken; Such Is Man's Good Name Once Tainted With Just Reproach.

I Have Seldom Seen Much Ostentation And Much Learning Met Together. The Sun, Rising And Declining, Makes Long Shadows; At Mid Day, When He Is Highest, None At All.

Fools Measure Actions, After They Are Done, By The Event; Wise Men Beforehand, By The Rules Of Reason And Right. The Former Look To The End, To Judge Of The Act. Let Me Look To The Act, And Leave The End With God.

If The Sun Of God's Countenance Shine Upon Me, I May Well Be Content To Be Wet With The Rain Of Affliction.

There Is Many A Rich Stone Laid Up In The Bowels Of The Earth, Many A Fair Pearl Laid Up In The Bosom Of The Sea, That Never Was Seen, Nor Never Shall Be.

How Easy It Is For Men To Be Swollen With Admiration Of Their Own Strength And Glory, And To Be Lifted Up So High As To Lose Sight Both Of The Ground Whence They Rose, And The Hand That Advanced Them.

Tranquillity Consisteth In A Steadiness Of The Mind; And How Can That Vessel That Is Beaten Upon By Contrary Waves And Winds, And Tottereth To Either Part, Be Said To Keep A Steady Course? Resolution Is The Only Mother Of Security.

We Are Often Infinitely Mistaken, And Take The Falsest Measures, When We Envy The Happiness Of Rich And Great Men; We Know Not The Inward Canker That Eats Out All Their Joy And Delight, And Makes Them Really Much More Miserable Than Ourselves.

Earthly Greatness Is A Nice Thing, And Requires So Much Chariness In The Managing, As The Contentment Of It Cannot Requite.

We Must First Pray, That God Would Make Us Wise; Before We Can Wish, He Would Make Us Happy.

I Have Seldom Seen Much Ostentation And Much Learning Met Together.

Not To Be Afflicted Is A Sign Of Weakness; For, Therefore God Imposeth No More On Me, Because He Sees I Can Bear No More.

The Best Ground Untilled, Soonest Runs Out Into Rank Weeds. A Man Of Knowledge That Is Negligent Or Uncorrected, Cannot But Grow Wild And Godless.

God Loves To See His Creatures Happy; Our Lawful Delight Is His; They Know Not God That Think To Please Him With Making Themselves Miserable. The Idolaters Thought It A Fit Service For Baal To Cut And Lance Themselves; Never Any Holy Man Looked For Thanks From The True God By Wronging Himself.

Our Body Is A Well-set Clock, Which Keeps Good Time, But If It Be Too Much Or Indiscreetly Tampered With, The Alarm Runs Out Before The Hour.

The Life Of Doctrine Is In Application.

Our Good Purposes Foreslowed Are Become Our Tormentors Upon Our Deathbed.

Procrastination

For Whom He Means To Make An Often Guest, One Dish Shall Serve; And Welcome Make The Rest.

If Religion Might Be Judged Of According To Men's Intentions, There Would Scarcely Be Any Idolatry In The World.

Satan Would Seem To Be Mannerly And Reasonable; Making As If He Would Be Content With One-half Of The Heart, Whereas God Challengeth All Or None: As, Indeed, He Hath Most Reason To Claim All That Made All. But This Is Nothing But A Crafty Fetch Of Satan; For He Knows That If He Have Any Part, God Will Have None: So The Whole Falleth To His Share Alone.

He Is Great Enough That Is His Own Master.

Rich People Should Consider That They Are Only Trustees For What They Possess, And Should Show Their Wealth To Be More In Doing Good Than Merely In Having It. They Should Not Reserve Their Benevolence For Purposes After They Are Dead, For Those Who Give Not Of Their Property Till They Die Show That They Would Not Then If They Could Keep It Any Longer.

Let Others Either Envy Or Pity Me; I Care Not, So Long As I Enjoy Myself.

Ambition Is Torment Enough For An Enemy; For It Affords As Much Discontentment In Enjoying As In Want, Making Men Like Poisoned Rats, Which, When They Have Tasted Of Their Bane, Cannot Rest Till They Drink, And Then Can Much Less Rest Till They Die

[w]e All Lie Down In Our Bed Of Earth As Sure To Wake As Ever We Can Be To Shut Our Eyes.

I Account This Body Nothing But A Close Prison To My Soul; And The Earth A Larger Prison To My Body. I May Not Break Prison Till I Be Loosed By Death; But I Will Leave It, Not Unwillingly,when I Am Loosed.

For Every Bad There Might Be A Worse; And When One Breaks His Leg Let Him Be Thankful It Was Not His Neck.

Neutrality In Things Good Or Evil Is Both Odious And Prejudicial; But In Matters Of An Indifferent Nature Is Safe And Commendable. Herein Taking Of Parts Maketh Sides, And Breaketh Unity. In An Unjust Cause Of Separation, He That Favoreth Both Parts May Perhaps Have Least Love Of Either Side, But Hath Most Charity In Himself.

It Is A Shame For The Tongue To Cast Itself Upon The Uncertain Pardon Of Other's Ears

Rich People Should Consider That They Are Only Trustees For What They Posses, And Should Show Their Wealth To Be More In Doing Good Than Merely In Having It.

Moderation Is The Silken String Running Through The Pearl Chain Of All Virtues.

The Proud Man Hath No God; The Envious Man Hath No Neighbor; The Angry Man Hath Not Himself.

The Godly Man Contrarily Is Afraid Of Nothing; Not Of God, Because He Knows Him His Best Friend, And Will Not Hurt Him; Not Of Satan, Because He Cannot Hurt Him; Not Of Afflictions, Because He Knows They Come From A Loving God, And End In His Good; Not Of The Creatures, Since "the Very Stones In The Field Are In League With Him;" Not Of Himself, Since His Conscience Is At Peace.

How Endless Is That Volume Which God Hath Written Of The World! Every Creature Is A Letter, Every Day A New Page.

The Ear And The Eye Are The Mind's Receivers; But The Tongue Is Only Busy In Expending The Treasures Received. It, Therefore, The Revenues Of The Mind Be Uttered As Fast Or Faster Than They Are Received, It Must Needs Be Bare, And Can Never Lay Up For Purchase.

As The Most Generous Vine, If It Is Not Pruned, Runs Out Into Many Superfluous Stems, And Grows At Last Weak And Fruitless; So Dote The Best Man, If He Be Not Cut Short Of His Desires And Pruned With Afflictions. If It Be Painful To Bleed, It Is Worse To Wither. Let Me Be Pruned, That I May Grow, Rather Than Be Cut Up To Burn.

It Is Not Sin That Kills The Soul, But Impenitence.

It Is Not The Bee's Touching On The Flowers That Gathers The Honey, But Her Abiding For A Time Upon Them, And Drawing Out The Sweet.

Words Are As They Are Taken, And Things Are As They Are Used. There Are Even Cursed Blessings.

There Is No Enemy Can Hurt Us But By Our Own Hands. Satan Could Not Hurt Us, If Our Own Corruption Betrayed Us Not. Afflictions Cannot Hurt Us Without Our Own Impatience. Temptations Cannot Hurt Us, Without Our Own Yieldance. Death Could Not Hurt Us, Without The Sting Of Our Own Sins. Sins Could Not Hurt Us, Without Our Own Impenitence.

What Fools Are We, To Be Besotted With The Love Of Our Own Trouble, And To Hate Our Liberty And Rest!

Every Day Is A Little Life, And Our Whole Life Is But A Day Repeated. Therefore Live Every Day As If It Would Be The Last. Those That Dare Lose A Day, Are Dangerously Prodigal; Those That Dare Misspend It Are Desperate.

Those That Dare Lose A Day, Ate Dangerously Prodigal; Those That Dare Misspend It, Are Desperate.

It Is Not He That Reads Most, But He That Meditates Most On Divine Truth, That Will Prove The Choicest, Wisest, Strongest Christian.

Not Only Commission Makes A Sin. A Man Is Guilty Of All Those Sins He Hateth Not. If I Cannot Avoid All, Yet I Will Hate All.

The Malcontent Is Neither Well, Full Nor Fasting; And Though He Abounds With Complaints, Yet Nothing Dislikes Him But The Present; For What He Condemns While It Was, Once Passed, He Magnifies And Strives To Recall It Out Of The Jaw Of Time. What He Hath He Seeth Not, His Eyes Are So Taken Up With What He Wants; And What He Sees He Careth Not For, Because Be Cares So Much For That Which Is Not.

Revenge Commonly Hurts Both The Offerer And Sufferer; As We See In A Foolish Bee, Which In Her Anger Invenometh The Flesh And Loseth Her Sting, And So Lives A Drone Ever After.

Those Who Give Not Till They Die Show That They Would Not Then If They Could Keep It Any Longer.

As You See In A Pair Of Bellows, There Is A Forced Breath Without Life, So In Those That Are Puffed Up With The Wind Of Ostentation, There May Be Charitable Words Without Works.

...covetousness, Looking More At What We Would Have Than At What We Have.

The Blood That Is Once Inflamed With Wine Is Apt To Boil With Rage.

He That Taketh His Own Cares Upon Himself Loads Himself In Vain With An Uneasy Burden. I Will Cast All My Cares On God; He Hath Bidden Me; They Cannot Burden Him.

A Man's Opinion Is In Others; His Being Is In Himself.

How Apt Nature Is, Even In Those Who Profess An Eminence In Holiness, To Raise And Maintain Animosities Against Those Whose Calling Or Person They Pretend To Find Cause To Dislike!

A Good Man Is Kinder To His Enemy Than Bad Men Are To Their Friends.

The Idle Man Is The Devil's Cushion, On Which He Taketh His Free Ease: Who, As He Is Uncapable Of Any Good, So He Is Fitly Disposed For All Evil Motions.

Recreation Is Intended To The Mind As Whetting Is To The Scythe, To Sharpen The Edge Of It, Which Otherwise Would Grow Dull And Blunt,--as Good No Scythe As No Edge.

There Would Not Be So Many Open Mouths If There Were Not So Many Open Ears.

I Will Rather Suffer A Thousand Wrongs Than Offer One. I Have Always Found That To Strive With A Superior Is Injurious; With An Equal, Doubtful; With An Inferior, Sordid And Base; With Any, Full Of Unquietness.

Virtues Go Ever In Troops; They Go So Thick, That Sometimes Some Are Hid In The Crowd; Which Yet Are, But Appear Not.

I First Adventure, Follow Me Who List And Be The Second English Satirist

Death Borders Upon Our Birth, And Our Cradle Stands In The Grave.

That Which The French Proverb Hath Of Sickness Is True Of All Evils, That They Come On Horseback, And Go Away On Foot; We Have Often Seen A Sudden Fall Or One Meal's Surfeit Hath Stuck By Many To Their Graves; Whereas Pleasures Come Like Oxen, Slow, And Heavily, And Go Away Like Post-horses, Upon The Spur.

Christian Society Is Like A Bundle Of Sticks Laid Together, Whereof One Kindles Another. Solitary Men Have Fewest Provocations To Evil, But, Again, Fewest Incitations To Good. So Much As Doing Good Is Better Than Not Doing Evil Will I Account Christian Good-fellowship Better Than An Hermitish And Melancholy Solitariness.

Even The Best Things Ill Used Become Evils; And, Contrarily, The Worst Things Used Well Prove Good.

Heaven Hath Many Tongues To Talk Of It, More Eyes To Behold It, But Few Hearts That Rightly Affect It.

There Is No Word Or Action But May Be Taken With Two Hands,--either With The Right Hand Of Charitable Construction, Or The Sinister Interpretation Of Malice And Suspicion; And All Things Do Succeed As They Are Taken. To Construe An Evil, Action Well Is But A Pleasing And Profitable Deceit To Myself; But To Misconstrue A Good Thing Is A Treble Wrong,--to Myself, The Action, And The Author.

Gospel Ministers Should Not Only Be Like Dials On Watches, Or Mile-stones Upon The Road, But Like Clocks And Larums, To Sound The Alarm To Sinners. Aaron Wore Bells As Well As Pomegranates, And The Prophets Were Commanded To Lift Up Their Voice Like A Trumpet. A Sleeping Sentinel May Be The Loss Of The City.

Perfection Is The Child Of Time.

Let Me Know Myself; Let Others Guess At Me.

Sorrows, Because They Are Lingering Guests, I Will Entertain But Moderately, Knowing That The More They Are Made Of The Longer They Will Continue: And For Pleasures, Because They Stay Not, And Do But Call To Drink At My Door, I Will Use Them As Passengers With Slight Respect. He Is His Own Best Friend That Makes The Least Of Both Of Them.

Now You Say, Alas! Christianity Is Hard; I Grant It; But Gainful And Happy. I Contemn The Difficulty When I Respect The Advantage. The Greatest Labors That Have Answerable Requitals Are Less Than The Least That Have No Regard. Believe Me, When I Look To The Reward, I Would Not Have The Work Easier. It Is A Good Master Whom We Serve, Who Not Only Pays, But Gives; Not After The Proportion Of Our Earnings, But Of His Own Mercy.

God Loveth Adverbs; And Cares Not How Good, But How Well.

Nothing Fools People As Much As Extreme Passion.

Nothing Doth So Fool A Man As Extreme Passion. This Doth Make Them Fools Which Otherwise Are Not, And Show Them To Be Fools Which Are So.

Society Is The Atmosphere Of Souls; And We Necessarily Imbibe From It Something Which Is Either Infectious Or Healthful.

Mark In What Order: First, Our Calling; Then, Our Election; Not Beginning With Our Election First. By Our Calling, Arguing Our Election.

A Reputation Once Broken May Possibly Be Repaired, But The World Will Always Keep Their Eyes On The Spot Where The Crack Was.

Surely The Mischief Of Hypocrisy Can Never Be Enough Inveighed Against. When Religion Is In Request, It Is The Chief Malady Of The Church, And Numbers Die Of It; Though Because It Is A Subtle And Inward Evil, It Be Little Perceived. It Is To Be Feared There Are Many Sick Of It, That Look Well And Comely In God's Outward Worship, And They May Pass Well In Good Weather, In Times Of Peace; But Days Of Adversity Are Days Of Trial.

No Marvel If The Worldling Escape Earthly Afflictions. God Corrects Him Not. He Is Base Born And Begot. God Will Not Do Him The Favour To Whip Him. The World Afflicts Him Not, Because It Loves Him: For Each Man Is Indulgent To His Own. God Uses Not The Rod Where He Means To Use The Word. The Pillory Or Scourge Is For Those Malefactors That Shall Escape Execution.

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