The most High approveth not the gifts of the wicked.

Never look a gift horse in the mouth. [Lat., Noli equi dentes inspicere donati.]

I am Patrick, a sinner, most uncultivated and least of all the faithful and despised in the eyes of many.

Before I was humiliated I was like a stone that lies in deep mud, and he who is mighty came and in his compassion raised me up and exalted me very high and placed me on the top of the wall.

I most certainly believe that it is the gift of God that I am what I am. And so I dwell amongst barbarians, a proselyte and an exile, for the love of God.

I see that already in this present world I am exalted above measure by the Lord. And I was not worthy nor such a one as that he should grant this to me, since I know most surely that poverty and affliction become me better than delights and riches.