Seas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost.
Set all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace.
God never made his work for man to mend.
He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
For mysterious things of faith, rely on the proponent, Heaven's authority.
My love's a noble madness.