I am a traveller and I must not be finding fault, I am in another man’s house, and it would be bad manners to find fault in someone else’s house, even though things are not as much to my liking as at home. If a man meets with bad weather, he must be content; it is travellers’ fare, we say. Both fair weather and foul are the common travellers’ fare and we must be content with it….When sailors are at sea they do not care what clothes they have, though they are pitched and tarred….They think of when they come home…So they are contented while away… and though they have nothing but salt meat, and a little hard fare, yet when they come to their houses, then they shall have anything. Thus it should be with us in this world, for the truth is, we are all in this world but as seafaring men, tossed up and down on the waves of the sea of this world, and our haven is Heaven; here we are travelling, and our home is a distant home in another world….Though we meet with travellers’ fare sometimes, yet it should not be grievous to us… So let us not be troubled when we see that other men have great wealth, but we have not. -Why? We are going away to another country; you are, as it were, only lodging here for a night. -Jeremiah Burroughs

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