Here is my Oxford

1751. Wednesday, January 10.—Having received a pressing letter from Dr. Isham, then the rector of our college, to give my vote at the election for a Member of Parliament which was to be the next day, I set out early, in a severe frost and with the northwest wind full in my face. The roads were so slippery that it was scarcely possible for our horses to keep their feet; indeed one of them could not, but fell upon his head and cut it terribly. Nevertheless, about seven in the evening, God brought us safe to Oxford. A congregation was waiting for me at Mr. Evan’s, whom I immediately addressed in those awful words, “What is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?”

The Journal of John Wesley