Keep us, Lord, so awake in the duties of our calling that we may sleep in thy peace and wake in thy glory.
Affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it. No man hath affliction enough that is not matured and ripened by it and made fit for God.
Death, thou shalt die.
Since you would save none of me, I bury some of you.
Love's mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.
All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance, hath slain.