We must, therefore, be here as strangers and pilgrims, that we may plainly declare that we seek a city above.
But man grows old, lies down, remains where once he's laid.
Wisdom with an inheritance is good, but wisdom without an inheritance is better than an inheritance without wisdom.
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.
My hope and treasure lies above