The works of George Swinnock, M.A

A Saint can sing in such a day of trial, knowing that death is come to him as the Angel to Peter, striking on his side, not to hurt but to awaken him, to beat off his fetters, and set him in the glorious liberty of the children of God.

The Saint and the Sinner never differ so much, at least in open view, as in their ends. Sin in the bud is sweet, but in the fruit bitter; and holiness though at first draught seems not so pleasant, yet afterwards is all sweetness.

Though the path of sin be smooth, and pleasing to thy flesh; yet thou wilt find it slippery, and killing to thy spirit: Its like an evening star to usher in a night of blackness, of darkness for ever. The way of holiness is more harsh to the body, but the only Nectar of the soul; Ah Reader, if thou wilt but choose it, thou wilt find by experience, that twill be like Hannibal's passage over the Alps, a way which will require some pains, but twill lead thee into the heavenly Paradise, at that did him into the worlds garden, Italy.

Though the path of sin be smooth, and pleasing to thy flesh; yet thou wilt find it slippery, and killing to thy spirit: Its like an evening star to usher in a night of blackness, of darkness for ever. The way of holiness is more harsh to the body, but the onely Nectar of the soul; Ah Reader, if thou wilt but choose it, thou wilt find by experience, that twill be like Hannibal's passage over the Alpes, a way which will require some pains, but twill lead thee into the heavenly Paradise, at that did him into the worlds garden, Italy.