But Man Grows Old, Lies Down, Remains

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

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

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

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.

There Is No Object That We See; No Action That We Do; No Good That We Enjoy; No Evil That We Feel, Or Fear, But We May Make Some Spiritual Advantage Of All: And He That Makes Such Improvement Is Wise, As Well As Pious.