If a great man struggling with misfortunes is a noble object, a little man that despises them is no contemptible one.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, but trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
Still ending, and beginning still.
Absence of occupation is not rest.
No one was ever scolded out of their sins.
It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.