Sir Walter Scott

Loud o'er my head though awful thunders roll,
And vivid lightnings flash from pole to pole,
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Loud o'er my head though awful thunders roll,
And vivid lightnings flash from pole to pole,
Yet 'tis Thy voice, my God, that bids them fly,
Thy arm directs those lightnings through the sky.
Then let the good Thy mighty name revere,
And hardened sinners Thy just vengeance fear.

Do what you should, not what you may.

Do what you should, not what you may.

It is equally a fault to believe all men or to believe none.

It is equally a fault to believe all men or to believe none.

Crime requires further crime to conceal it.

Crime requires further crime to conceal it.

Contentious fierce,
Ardent, and dire, spring from no petty cause.

Contentious fierce,
Ardent, and dire, spring from no petty cause.