Flesh Of My Flesh, Bone Of My

We Must, Therefore, Be Here As Strangers And Pilgrims, That We May Plainly Declare That We Seek A City Above.

If What I Do Prove Well, It Won't Advance. They'll Say It's Stolen, Or Else It Was By Chance.

The Stones And Trees, Insensible To Time, / Nor Age Nor Wrinkle On Their Front Are Seen; / If Winter Come, And Greenness Then Do Fade / A Spring Returns, And They More Youthful Made; / But Man Grows Old, Lies Down, Remains Where Once He's Laid.

A Prosperous State Makes A Secure Christian, But Adversity Makes Him Consider.

If Ever Two Were One, Then Surely We. If Ever Man Were Loved By Wife, Then Thee.