Alfred Tennyson

“ Thou madest Life in man and brute;
Thou madest Death; and lo, thy foot
Is on the skull which thou hast made.
Thou wilt not leave us in the dust:
Thou madest man, he knows not why,
He thinks he was not made to die ”

“ Our wills are ours, we know not how;
Our wills are ours, to make them thine. ”