The Times Are Never So Bad But

Pride Thinks It's Own Happiness Shines The Brighter By Comparing It With The Misfortunes Of Others.

To Gold And Silver Nature Hath Given No Use That We May Not Well Lack.

What Though Youth Gave Love And Roses, Age Still Leaves Us Friends And Wine

And Peradventure We Have More Cause To Thank Him For Our Loss Than For Our Winning; For His Wisdom Better Seeth What Is Good For Us Than We Do Ourselves.

The Things We Pray For, Good Lord, Give Us Grace To Labor For.