I wish my Sun may never set, but burn.

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

The stones and trees, insensible to time, / Nor age nor wrinkle on their front are seen; / If Winter come, and greenness then do fade / A Spring returns, and they more youthful made; / But man grows old, lies down, remains where once he's laid.

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

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.

Wisdom with an inheritance is good, but wisdom without an inheritance is better than an inheritance without wisdom.

My hope and treasure lies above