Flesh Of My Flesh, Bone Of My

When I Behold The Heavens As In Their Prime, And Then The Earth (though Old) Still Clad In Green, The Stones And Trees, Insensible Of Time, Nor Age Nor Wrinkle On Their Front Are Seen

I Am Obnoxious To Each Carping Tongue Who Says My Hand A Needle Better Fits.

Some Laborers Have Hard Hands, And Old Sinners Have Brawny Consciences.

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

Youth Is The Time Of Getting, Middle Age Of Improving, And Old Age Of Spending; A Negligent Youth Is Usually Attended By An Ignorant Middle Age, And Both By An Empty Old Age.