Trust me, I've read your German sage To far more purpose e'er than you did; You find it in his wisest page, Whom God deludes is well deluded.

And almost every one when age, Disease, or sorrows strike him, Inclines to think there is a God, Or something very like Him.

I sit at my table en grand seigneur, And when I have done, throw a crust to the poor; Not only the pleasure, one's self, of good living, But also the pleasure …

Go; say not in thy heart, And what then were it accomplished, Were the wild impulse allayed, what were the use or the good! Go, when the instinct is stilled, a…

Friar! What a strange name. I don't remember having created such a thing! (God speaking to the angel Gabriel)

Si hubiera estado presente en la Creacion, habria dado algunas indicaciones utiles.

Que sais-je?