I Long To Talk With Some Old

. . . Change Is The Nursery Of Musicke, Joy, Life And Eternity.

Death Is An Ascension To A Better Library.

On A Huge Hill, Cragged, And Steep, Truth Stands, And Hee That Will Reach Her, About Must, And About Must Goo.

How Much Shall I Be Changed, Before I Am Changed!

Affliction Is A Treasure, And Scarce Any Man Hath Enough Of It. No Man Hath Affliction Enough That Is Not Matured And Ripened By It And Made Fit For God.