I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold or all the riches that the East doth hold.
I happy am, if well with you.
The world no longer lets me love, My hope and treasure are above.
Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone, I here, though there, yet both but one.
Authority without wisdom is like a heavy ax without an edge -- fitter to bruise than polish.
Iron till it be thoroughly heated is incapable to be wrought; so God sees good to cast some men into the furnace of affliction, and then beats them on His anvil into what frame He desires.