It sweeteneth evils to a man, as trouble, crosses, sorrows, afflications. If a man have true peace in his conscience, it comforteth him in them all. When things abroad do disquiet us, how comfortable it is to have something at home to cheer us. So when troubles and afflictions without turmoil and vex us and add sorrow to sorrow, then to have peace within, the peace of conscience, to allay all and unquiet all, what happiness is this? When sickness and death cometh, what will a good conscience be worth then? Sure, more than all the world besides … The conscience is God’s echo of peace to the soul: in life and death and judgement. it is unspeakable comfort.