Samuel Rutherford

Let your children be as so many flowers, borrowed from God. If the flowers die or wither, thank God for a summer loan of them.

Ye have lost a child — nay, she is not lost to you, who is found to Christ; she is not sent away, but only sent before; like unto a star, which going out of our sight, doth not die and vanish, but shineth in another hemisphere.

Grace will ever speak for itself and be fruitful in well-doing; the sanctified cross is a fruitful tree.

The night will close the door & fasten my anchor within the veil and I shall go away to sleep.

The good Husbandman may pluck His rose & gather in His lily.

The bloom fell off my branches and joy did cast off its flower

I had but one joy, the apple of the eye of my delights , to preach Christ my Lord

I hang by a thread, but it is (if I may so speak) of Christ's spinning

ye and I might meet with joy up in the rainbow

I see grace growth best in winter

Like a fool as I was , I suffered my sun to be high in the heavens and near afternoon before I ever took the gate by the end.