God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
God helps those who help themselves.
If God were not a necessary Being of himself, he might almost seem to be made for the use and benefit of men.
God sifted a whole nation that he might send choice grain over into this wilderness.
So over violent, or over civil,
That every man with him was God or Devil.
His tribe were God Almighty's gentlemen.
For those whom God to ruin has design'd,
He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.
Better to hunt in fields for health unbought
Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught.
The wise for cure on exercise depend;
God never made his work for man to mend.
O gracious God! how far have we
Profan'd thy heavenly gift of poesy!
With ravish'd ears
The monarch hears;
Assumes the god,
Affects to nod,
And seems to shake the spheres.
Softly sweet, in Lydian measures,
Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures.
War, he sung, is toil and trouble;
Honour but an empty bubble;
Never ending, still beginning,
Fighting still, and still destroying.
If all the world be worth the winning,
Think, oh think it worth enjoying:
Lovely Thais sits beside thee,
Take the good the gods provide thee.
My God, my Father, and my Friend,
Do not forsake me at my end.
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow!
Praise Him, all creatures here below!
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host!
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!
Then he will talk--good gods! how he will talk!
It is common for those that are farthest from God, to boast themselves most of their being near to the Church.
God save our gracious king!
Long live our noble king!
God save the king!
Go call a coach, and let a coach be called;
And let the man who calleth be the caller;
And in his calling let him nothing call
But "Coach! Coach! Coach! Oh for a coach, ye gods!"
Wherever God erects a house of prayer,
The Devil always builds a chapel there;
And 't will be found, upon examination,
The latter has the largest congregation.
My voice is still for war.
Gods! can a Roman senate long debate
Which of the two to choose, slavery or death?
Whene'er I take my walks abroad,
How many poor I see!
What shall I render to my God
For all his gifts to me?
Let dogs delight to bark and bite,
For God hath made them so;
Let bears and lions growl and fight,
For 't is their nature too.
To God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, Three in One,
Be honour, praise, and glory given
By all on earth, and all in heaven.
It is the modest, not the presumptuous, inquirer who makes a real and safe progress in the discovery of divine truths. One follows Nature and Nature's God; that is, he follows God in his works and in his word.
Remote from man, with God he passed the days;
Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne,
In rayless majesty, now stretches forth
Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.