I Wish My Sun May Never Set,

I Happy Am, If Well With You.

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.

That When We Live No More, We May Live Ever

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

Sin And Shame Ever Go Together; He That Would Be Freed From The Last Must Be Sure To Shun The Company Of The First.