My Hope And Treasure Lies Above

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.

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.

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

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