He made all countries where he came his own.
Good Heaven, whose darling attribute we find is boundless grace, and mercy to mankind, abhors the cruel.
For mysterious things of faith, rely on the proponent, Heaven's authority.
Raw in the fields the rude militia swarms, Mouth without hands; maintained at vast expense, In peace a charge, in war a weak defence.
A knock-down argument; 'tis but a word and a blow.
Long pains, with use of bearing, are half eased.