They sin who tell us love can die;With life all other passions fly,All others are but vanity.. . . . .Love is indestructible,Its holy flame forever burneth;From heaven it came, to heaven returneth.. . . . .It soweth here with toil and care,But the harvest-time of love is there.
He that lives in sin and looks for happiness hereafter is likehimthat soweth cockleand thinkstofill hisbarnwith wheat or barley.john bunyan
Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.