Who finds not Providence all good and wise, Alike in what it gives, and what denies.

Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.

Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees.

Destroy all creatures for thy sport or gust, Yet cry, if man's unhappy, God's unjust.

A God without dominion, providence, and final causes, is nothing else but fate and nature.

The longer I live, the more convincing proofs I see of this truth, that God governs in the affairs of man; and if a sparrow cannot fall to the ground without his notice, is it probable that an empire can rise without his aid?