Religion, richest favor of the skies.
No wild enthusiast could rest, till half the world like him was possessed.
The rich are too indolent, the poor too weak, to bear the insupportable fatigue of thinking.
The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.
God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.
Events of all sorts creep or fly exactly as God pleases.