WHEREFORE I cry, and cry again;
And in no quiet canst Thou be,
Till I a thankful heart obtain
Not thankful, when it pleaseth me,
As if Thy blessings had spare days;
But such a heart whose pulse may be
ANNIHILATE not the Mercies of God by the Oblivion of Ingratitude. For Oblivion is a kind of Annihilation, and for things to be as though they had not been is like unto never being. Make not thy Head a Grave, but a Repository of God’s Mercies.
Sir Thomas Browne
THERE are perhaps some circumstances of life in which Providence has no intention that people should be content. Nevertheless, the maxim is, on the whole, a good one; but it is peculiarly for home use.
EVERY misery I miss is a new mercy, and therefore let us be thankful.