I believe no man was ever scolded out of his sins. - William Cowper

Give what Thou canst, without Thee we are poor; And with Thee rich, take what Thou wilt away.

I burn to set the imprison'd wranglers free, And give them voice and utterance once again. Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.

God made the country, and man made the town.