My Hope And Treasure Lies

The Stones And Trees, Insensible To Time, / Nor Age Nor Wrinkle On Their Front Are Seen; / If Winter Come, And Greenness Then Do Fade / A Spring Returns, And They More Youthful Made; / But Man Grows Old, Lies Down, Remains Where Once He's Laid.

I Prize Thy Love More Than Whole Mines Of Gold Or All The Riches That The East Doth Hold.

Youth Is The Time Of Getting, Middle Age Of Improving, And Old Age Of Spending; A Negligent Youth Is Usually Attended By An Ignorant Middle Age, And Both By An Empty Old Age.

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

Satan, That Great Angler, Hath His Sundry Baits For Sundry Tempers Of Men, Which They All Catch Greedily At, But Few Perceive The Hook Till It Be Too Late.