See from His head, His hands, His feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down! Did e’er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown? - Isaac Watts

Let dogs delight to bark and bite,
⁠For God hath made them so;
Let bears and lions growl and fight,
⁠For 'tis their nature too.

But, children, you should never let
⁠Such angry passions rise;
Your little hands were never made
⁠To tear each other's eyes.

And while the lamp holds out to burn,
The vilest sinner may return.

If you have resolutely fixed your opinion, though it be upon too slight and insufficient grounds, yet you will stand determined to renounce the strongest reason brought for the contrary opinion, and grow obstinate against the force of the clearest argument.