The bow of God’s wrath is bent, and the arrow made ready on the string; and justice directs the bow to your heart, and strains at the bow: and it is nothing but the mere pleasure of God, and that of an angry God, without any promise or obligation at all, that keeps the arrow one moment from being made drunk with your blood.
Праходзячы мiма летнiх кафэ, пытае ў людзей, цi адпавядае iх жыццё законам Божым, просiць не пiць шмат алкаголю i разам з землякамi спявае нацыянальныя песнi.