But Man Grows Old, Lies Down, Remains

But Man Grows Old, Lies Down, Remains Where Once He's Laid.

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.

Wickedness Comes To Its Height By Degrees. He That Dares Say Of A Less Sin, Is It Not A Little One? Will Ere Long Say Of A Greater, Tush, God Regards It Not!

My Age I Will Not Once Lament, / But Sing, My Time So Near Is Spent.

I Wish My Sun May Never Set, But Burn.