Some laborers have hard hands, and old sinners have brawny consciences.

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.

If we had not winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.

Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone, I here, though there, yet both but one.

Art can do much, but this maxim's most sure/A weak or wounded brain admits no cure.

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

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