My voice is still for war. Gods! can a Roman senate long debate Which of the two to choose, slavery or death?

That courage which arises from the sense of our duty, and from the fear of offending Him that made us, acts always in a uniform manner, and according to the dictates of right reason.

T is the Divinity that stirs within us.

The Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye.

What can that man fear who takes care to please a Being that is able to crush all his adversaries?

It must be a prospect pleasing to God Himself to see His creation forever beautifying in His eyes, and drawing nearer Him by greater degrees of resemblance.

Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.