Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, but trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
William CowperSolitude, seeming a sanctuary, proves a grave; a sepulchre in which the living lie, where all good qualities grow sick and die
William CowperMan disavows, and Deity disowns me: hell might afford my miseries a shelter; therefore hell keeps her ever-hungry mouths all bolted against me.
William Cowper