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.

The world no longer lets me love, My hope and treasure are above.

If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.

We must, therefore, be here as strangers and pilgrims, that we may plainly declare that we seek a city above.

If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee; If ever wife was happy in a man, Compare with me, ye women, if you can I prize thy love more than whole mines of Gold. Or all the riches that the East doth hold. My love is such that rivers cannot quench, Nor ought but love from thee, give recompense. Thy love is such I can no way repay, The heavens reward thee manifold repay, Then while we live, in love let's so persevere That when we live no more, we may live ever.

My hope and treasure lies above

Wisdom with an inheritance is good, but wisdom without an inheritance is better than an inheritance without wisdom.