The Psalms Foretell What I, What Any

That Soul That Can Reflect Upon Itself, Consider Itself, Is More Than So.

As He That Fears God Fears Nothing Else, So He That Sees God Sees Everything Else.

All Kings, And All Their Favorites, All Glory Of Honors, Beauties, Wits, The Sun Itself, Which Makes Times, As They Pass, Is Elder By A Year, Now, Than It Was When Thou And I First One Another Saw: All Other Things, To Their Destruction Draw, Only Our Love Hath No Decay; This, No Tomorrow Hash, Nor Yesterday, Running, It Never Runs From Us Away, But Truly Keeps His First, Last, Everlasting Day.

O Lord, Never Suffer Us To Think That We Can Stand By Ourselves, And Not Need Thee.

As Virtuous Men Pass Mildly Away, And Whisper To Their Souls To Go, Whilst Some Of Their Sad Friends Do Say, The Breath Goes Now, And Some Say No.