A prosperous state makes a secure Christian, but adversity makes him Consider.
Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone, I here, though there, yet both but one.
We must, therefore, be here as strangers and pilgrims, that we may plainly declare that we seek a city above.
If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.
Sweet words are like honey, a little may refresh, but too much gluts the stomach.
My age I will not once lament, / But sing, my time so near is spent.