If heaven send no supplies, The fairest blossom of the garden dies.

God made bees, and bees made honey, God made man, and man made money, Pride made the devil, and the devil made sin; So God made a cole-pit to put the devil in. - transcribed by James Henry Dixon,

Behind a frowning Providence He hides a smiling face.

'Tis Providence alone secures In every change both mine and yours.

Chance is a nickname for Providence. [Fr., Le hasard est un sobriquet de la Providence.]

God sendeth cold after clothes.