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.