If men cannot give God a good word, shall we be discontented or troubled that they speak hardly (harshly) of us? Such as labour to bury the glory of religion, shall we wonder that “their throats are open sepulchres” to bury our good name? O let us be contented, while we are in God’s scouring-house, to have our names sullied a little; the blacker we seem to be here, the brighter we shall shine when God hath set us upon the celestial shelf.

from The Art of Divine Contentment