I Am Obnoxious To Each Carping Tongue

There Is No Object That We See; No Action That We Do; No Good That We Enjoy; No Evil That We Feel, Or Fear, But We May Make Some Spiritual Advantage Of All: And He That Makes Such Improvement Is Wise, As Well As Pious.

Flesh Of My Flesh, Bone Of My Bone, I Here, Though There, Yet Both But One.

I Prize Thy Love More Than Whole Mines Of Gold Or All The Riches That The East Doth Hold.

If Ever Wife Was Happy In A Man, Compare With Me, Ye Women If You Can.

My Love Is Such That Rivers Cannot Quench, Nor Ought But Love From Thee, Give Recompence. Thy Love Is Such I Can No Way Repay, The Heavens Reward Thee Manifold I Pray.