To sing of Wars, of Captains, and of Kings/Of Cities founded, Common-wealths begun/For my mean Pen are too superior things.

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

Youth is the time of getting, middle age of improving, and old age of spending.

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

I wish my Sun may never set, but burn.

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

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.