For they that say such things declare plainly that they seek a country.—Hebrews, xi. 13, 14.

Dearly beloved, I beseech you, as strangers and pilgrims, abstain from fleshly lusts, which war against the soul.—I. Peter, ii. 11.

Give me my scallop-shell of quiet,

My staff of faith to walk upon;

My scrip of joy, immortal diet;

My bottle of salvation;

My gown of glory, (hope’s true gage,)

And thus I’ll take my pilgrimage.

Blood must be my body’s only balmer

Whilst my soul, like a quiet Palmer,