Oh, that our souls would so fall at odds with the love of this world. Oh, that we had as soon done with this world, and could as quickly dispatch the love of it! That as a child cannot hold two apples in its little hand, but the one putteth the other out of its room, so neither can we be masters and lords of two loves. Blessed were we if we could make ourselves masters of that invaluable treasure, the love of Christ; or rather suffer ourselves to be mastered and subdued to Christ’s love, so as Christ were our “all things,” and all other things our nothings, and the repose of our delights.
—Samuel Rutherford (1600–1661)