Time, the World, etc.
Do not weary; you must be riper ere you be shaken; there is less sand in your glass now than there was yesternight.
The stranger, in an uncouth country, must take with smoky inns, and course cheer, and a hard bed, and a barking, ill-tongued host. It is not long till day, and he will pursue his journey on the morrow, and leave them all. Indeed our fair morning is at hand, the day-star is near the rising, and we are not many miles from home.
We may laugh at the feathers that children are chasing here.
Verily I have seen the best of this world, a moth-eaten, thread-bare coat. I purpose to lay it aside. O for my house above not made with hands!
As for worldly things, seeing they are meadows and fair flowers in the way to heaven, a smell in the by-going is sufficient.
It were best for us, like ill bairns (who are best heard at home), to seek our own home, and to sell our hopes of this little clay idol of this earth, where we are neither well summered not well wintered.
As a child cannot hold two apples in his little hand, but the one putteth the other out of its room, so neither can we be masters and lords of two loves.
It is impossible a man can take his lusts to heaven with him: such wares as these will not be welcomed there.
How many counterfeit masks will be burned in the day of God!
Set not your heart upon the world, since God hath not made it your portion — for you will not have an upper heaven and an under heaven too — let go your grip of this life.
Some few years will bring us all out in our blacks and whites before our Judge.
Men have no more of you to work upon than some few inches and span-lengths of sick, coughing, and phlegmatic clay: your spirits are above their benches, courts, or high commissions, and all the malice of earth and hell can only hurt the scabbard of a believer.
Were this life heaven, there were not much gain in godliness, but there is a rest for the people of God.
Think not the common way of serving God, as neighbours and others do, will bring you to heaven.
This world is a great forest of thorns in your way to heaven, but you must go through it.
Whether God come to his children with a rod or a crown, if he come himself with it, it is well.