Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small: Love so amazing, so divine Demands my soul, my life, my all.

Academical disputation gives vigor and briskness to the mind thus exercised, and relieves the languor of private study and meditation.

Earth, thou great footstool of our God, who reigns on high; thou fruitful source of all our raiment, life, and food; our house, our parent, and our nurse.

Acquaint yourself with your own ignorance.

Must I be carried to the skies on flowery beds of ease, while others fought to win the prize and sailed through bloody seas?

And he that does one fault at first And lies to hide it, makes it two.

The stars, that in their courses roll, Have much instruction given; But Thy good Word informs my soul How I may climb to Heaven.