And pleas'd th' Almighty's orders to perform,Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.
But they that are aboveHave ends in everything.
"Let us hope", I prayed, "that a kind Providence will put a speedy end to the acts of God under which we have been laboring".
We sometimes had those little rubs which Providence sends to enhance the value of its favours.
To a close shorn sheep, God gives wind by measure.
God sends cold according to clothes.
Eye me, blest Providence, and square my trialTo my proportion'd strength.
Who sees with equal eye, as God of all,And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
Destroy all creatures for thy sport or gust,Yet cry, if man's unhappy, God's unjust.