Great And Small Suffer The Same Mishaps.

When I See The Blind And Wretched State Of Men, When I Survey The Whole Universe In Its Deadness, And Man Left To Himself With No Light, As Though Lost In This Corner Of The Universe Without Knowing Who Put Him There, What He Has To Do, Or What Will Become Of Him When He Dies, Incapable Of Knowing Anything, I Am Moved To Terror, Like A Man Transported In His Sleep To Some Terrifying Desert Island, Who Wakes Up Quite Lost, With No Means Of Escape. Then I Marvel That So Wretched A State Does Not Drive People To Despair.

Words Differently Arranged Have A Different Meaning, And Meanings Differently Arranged Have Different Effects.

Vanity Is Illustrated In The Cause And Effect Of Love, As In The Case Of Cleopatra.

There Is Nothing That We Can See On Earth Which Does Not Either Show The Wretchedness Of Man Or The Mercy Of God. One Either Sees The Powerlessness Of Man Without God, Or The Strength Of Man With God.

For Nature Is An Image Of Grace, And Visible Miracles Are Images Of The Invisible.