As a weary pilgrim, now at rest, / Hugs with delight his silent nest / His wasted limbs, now lye full soft / That myrie steps, haue troden oft.

If ever two were one, then surely we. / If ever man were loved by wife, then thee; / If ever wife was happy in a man, / Compare with me ye women if you can.

Once in Massachusetts, in a society coarsened by hardship and meagre in consolations, any religious doubt must at times have made everything seem dubious.

If ever two were one, then surely we.

Tenth of the first, sol into Aries enters and bids defiance to all tedious winters.

I, like the Earth this season, mourn in black, / My Sun is gone so far in's zodiac, / Whom whilst I 'joyed, nor storms, nor frost I felt, / His warmth such fridged colds did cause to melt. / My chilled limbs now numbed lie forlorn; / Return; return, sweet Sol, from Capricorn; / In this dead time, alas, what can I more / Than view those fruits which through thy heart I bore?

If ever two were one, then surely we. / If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee. / If ever wife was happy in a man, / Compare with me, ye women, if you can.

Through ignorance, all troubles did surmount.

Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories.

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 pleases.