“When the Eternal bows the skies To visit earthly things, With scorn divine he turns his eyes From towers of haughty kings. He bids his awful chariot roll Far downward from the skies, To visit every humble soul, With pleasure… — Isaac Watts Copy Share Image
We gentlemen, whose chariot's roll only upon the four aces, are apt to have a wheel out of order. — John Vanbrugh Copy Share Image
