If We Had No Winter, The Spring

Iron Till It Be Thoroughly Heated Is Incapable To Be Wrought; So God Sees Good To Cast Some Men Into The Furnace Of Affliction, And Then Beats Them On His Anvil Into What Frame He Desires.

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

That When We Live No More, We May Live Ever

If We Had No Winter, The Spring Would Not Be So Pleasant.

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