“ Princes give rewards with their own hands,But death or punishment by the hands of other. ”
Cover her face, mine eyes dazzle. She died young.
~ John Webster
What a strange creature is a laughing fool,As if a man were created to no useBut only to show his teeth.
O that I were a man, or that I had powerTo execute my apprehended wishes!I would whip some with scorpions.
Our believing has no power of itself; we certainly aren’t saved by belief. We’re saved by the grace and goodness and majesty of him in whom we believe—by the one whom we confess as we believe. In a real sense, our belief is nothing in and of itself. It’s simply a looking to him, a listening to him, in which we are wholly absorbed by that which we see and hear.
