All hell broke loose.
Immediate are the acts of God, more swift than time or motion.
Luck is the residue of design.
No worthy enterprise can be done by us without continual plodding and wearisomeness to our faint and sensitive abilities.
For neither man nor angel can discern hypocrisy, the only evil that walks invisible, except to God alone.
I fled, and cry'd out, Death; Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sigh'd From all her caves, and back resounded, Death.