Events of all sorts creep or fly exactly as God pleases.
The rich are too indolent, the poor too weak, to bear the insupportable fatigue of thinking.
Good sense, good health, good conscience, and good fame,--all these belong to virtue, and all prove that virtue has a title to your love.
Detested sport, That owes its pleasures to another's pain.
God moves in mysterious ways His wonders to performs
But slaves that once conceive the glowing thought Of freedom, in that hope itself possess All that the contest calls for; spirit, strength, The scorn of danger, and united hearts, The surest presage of the good they seek.