War's a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.
Made poetry a mere mechanic art.
Detested sport, That owes its pleasures to another's pain.
The Spirit breathes upon the Word and brings the truth to sight.
We are never more in danger than when we think ourselves most secure, nor in reality more secure than when we seem to be most in danger.
God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.