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.

My hope and treasure lies above

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.

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

The world no longer lets me love, My hope and treasure are above.

I happy am, if well with you.

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