Dry Quote by Oliver Cromwell Download Open image “Put your trust in God; but be sure to keep your powder dry.” — Oliver Cromwell ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.5 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare Dry God Keep Powder Put Sure Trust Trust in god Your
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Does a man speak foolishly?--suffer him gladly, for you are wise. Does he speak erroneously?--stop such a man's mouth with sound words that cannot… — Oliver Cromwell Copy Share Image
I have not the particular shining bauble or feather in my cap for crowds to gaze at or kneel to, but I have power… — Oliver Cromwell Copy Share Image
Necessity hath no law. Feigned necessities, imaginary necessities, are the greatest cozenage men can put upon the Providence of God, and make pretences to… — Oliver Cromwell Copy Share Image
Royalty is but a feather in a man's cap; let children enjoy their rattle. — Oliver Cromwell Copy Share Image
Catholicism is more than a religion, it is a political power. Therefore I'm led to believe there will be no peace in Ireland until… — Oliver Cromwell Copy Share Image
A man never rises higher than when he does not know whither his path can still lead him. — Oliver Cromwell Copy Share Image
In return for financial support will advocate admission of Jews to England; This however impossible while Charles living. Charles cannot be executed without trial… — Oliver Cromwell Copy Share Image
Some people have food, but no appetite; others have an appetite, but no food. I have both. The Lord be praised. — Oliver Cromwell Copy Share Image
“I do not believe that this is an evil king. But he is confused. And he cannot say no to his wife. Therefore if… — Oliver Cromwell Copy Share Image
Sir, what can be said of these things? Is it the arm of the flesh that hath done these things? Is it the wisdom… — Oliver Cromwell Copy Share Image
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