A prosperous state makes a secure Christian, but adversity makes him Consider.

I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold or all the riches that the East doth hold.

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

If ever wife was happy in a man, compare with me, ye women if you can.

That when we live no more, We may live ever

But man grows old, lies down, remains where once he's laid.

I am obnoxious to each carping tongue who says my hand a needle better fits.