If Ever Two Were One,

Sweet Words Are Like Honey, A Little May Refresh, But Too Much Gluts The Stomach.

When I Behold The Heavens As In Their Prime, And Then The Earth (though Old) Still Clad In Green, The Stones And Trees, Insensible Of Time, Nor Age Nor Wrinkle On Their Front Are Seen

My Hope And Treasure Lies Above

He That Would Be Content With A Mean Condition Must Not Cast His Eye Upon One That Is In A Far Better Estate Than Himself, But Let Him Look Upon Him That Is Lower Than He Is, And, If He See That Such A One Bears Poverty Comfortably, It Will Help To Quiet Him.

A Prosperous State Makes A Secure Christian, But Adversity Makes Him Consider.