Maxioms by Samuel Rutherford
When I am in the cellar of affliction, I look for the Lord's choicest wines.
When I am in the cellar of affliction, I look for the Lord's choicest wines.
Alas, we but chase feathers flying in the air, and tire our own spirits, for the froth and over-gilded clay read more
Alas, we but chase feathers flying in the air, and tire our own spirits, for the froth and over-gilded clay of a dying life. One sight of what my Lord hath let me see within this short time, is worth a world of worlds.
