Maxioms by John Bunyan
The life blood streaming thro' my heart,
Or my more dear immortal part,
Is not more fondly read more
The life blood streaming thro' my heart,
Or my more dear immortal part,
Is not more fondly dear.
Feast of Aidan, Bishop of Lindisfarne, Missionary, 651 Commemoration of Cuthburga, Founding Abbess of Wimborne, c.725 Commemoration of John Bunyan, read more
Feast of Aidan, Bishop of Lindisfarne, Missionary, 651 Commemoration of Cuthburga, Founding Abbess of Wimborne, c.725 Commemoration of John Bunyan, Spiritual Writer, 1688 Christians are like the flowers in a garden, that have each of them the dew of Heaven, which, being shaken with the wind, they let fall at each other's roots, whereby they are jointly nourished, and become nourishers of each other.
But pleasures are like poppies spread:
You seize the flower,--its bloom is shed.
But pleasures are like poppies spread:
You seize the flower,--its bloom is shed.
Hanging is too good for him said Mr. Cruelty.
Hanging is too good for him said Mr. Cruelty.
