Some write their wrongs in marble: he more just,

Stoop'd down serene and wrote them in the dust,—

Trod under foot, the sport of every wind,

Swept from the earth and blotted from his mind.

There, secret in the grave, he bade them lie,

And grieved they could not 'scape the Almighty eye.

Samuel Madden (1687-1765): Boulter's Monument.

Whilst that for which all virtue now is sold,

And almost every vice,—almighty gold.

Ben Jonson (1573-1637): Epistle to Elizabeth, Countess of Rutland.

No, let the monarch's bags and others hold

The flattering, mighty, nay, al-mighty gold.

John Wolcot (1738-1819): To Kien Long. Ode iv.

Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form

Glasses itself in tempests.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 183.

His tribe were God Almighty's gentlemen.

John Dryden (1631-1701): Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 645.

When Israel was from bondage led,

Led by the Almighty's hand

From out of foreign land,

The great sea beheld and fled.

Abraham Cowley (1618-1667): Davideis. Book i. Line 41.

Nature, the vicar of the Almightie Lord.

Geoffrey Chaucer (1328-1400): The Assembly of Fowles. Line 379.