Have there ever been more submissive slaves? Adoring, even in their irons, the God who punishes them.
He who bridles the fury of the billows knows also to put a stop to the secret plans of the wicked. Submitting with respect to His holy will, I fear God, and have no other fear.
Ah, why can't I know if I love, or if I hate?
And do you count for nothing God who fights for us?
A benefit cited by way of reproach is equivalent to an injury.
Sun, I come to see you for the last time.