Where God hath a temple, the Devil will have a chapel.
Isocrates adviseth Demonicus, when he came to a strange city, to worship by all means the gods of the place.
The world's a theatre, the earth a stage
Which God and Nature do with actors fill.
God never had a church but there, men say,
The Devil a chapel hath raised by some wyles.
I doubted of this saw, till on a day
I westward spied great Edinburgh's Saint Gyles.
The worst speak something good; if all want sense,
God takes a text, and preacheth Pa-ti-ence.
No sooner is a temple built to God, but the Devil builds a chapel hard by.
God's mill grinds slow, but sure.
To a close-shorn sheep God gives wind by measure.
Help thyself, and God will help thee.
An excellent angler, and now with God.
We may say of angling as Dr. Boteler said of strawberries: "Doubtless God could have made a better berry, but doubtless God never did;" and so, if I might be judge, God never did make a more calm, quiet, innocent recreation than angling.
But God, who is able to prevail, wrestled with him; marked him for his own.
Nature is the art of God.
But our captain counts the image of God--nevertheless his image--cut in ebony as if done in ivory, and in the blackest Moors he sees the representation of the King of Heaven.
Or if Sion hill
Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook, that flow'd
Fast by the oracle of God.
What in me is dark
Illumine, what is low raise and support,
That to the height of this great argument
I may assert eternal Providence,
And justify the ways of God to men.
For contemplation he and valour form'd,
For softness she and sweet attractive grace;
He for God only, she for God in him.
His fair large front and eye sublime declar'd
Absolute rule; and hyacinthine locks
Round from his parted forelock manly hung
Clustering, but not beneath his shoulders broad.
Servant of God, well done; well hast thou fought
The better fight.
Just are the ways of God,
And justifiable to men;
Unless there be who think not God at all.
And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet,
Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet.
For other things mild Heav'n a time ordains,
And disapproves that care, though wise in show,
That with superfluous burden loads the day,
And when God sends a cheerful hour, refrains.
Have hung
My dank and dropping weeds
To the stern god of sea.
Enflamed with the study of learning and the admiration of virtue; stirred up with high hopes of living to be brave men and worthy patriots, dear to God, and famous to all ages.
As good almost kill a man as kill a good book: who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys a good book kills reason itself.
The conscious water saw its God and blushed.