Maxioms by John Bunyan
Her prentice han' she tried on man,
And then she made the lasses O!
Her prentice han' she tried on man,
And then she made the lasses O!
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.
Breathes there a man, whose judgment clear
Can others teach their course to steer,
Yet run himself read more
Breathes there a man, whose judgment clear
Can others teach their course to steer,
Yet run himself life's mad career
Wild as the wave?
There is a limit at which forbearance ceases to be a virtue.
There is a limit at which forbearance ceases to be a virtue.
The more he cast away the more he had.
The more he cast away the more he had.
