A sceptre snatched with an unruly hand Must be as boisterously maintained as gained, And he that stands upon a slippery place Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up.

But ere we could arrive the point proposed, Caesar cried, 'Help me, Cassius, or I sink! '

Charity is injurious unless it helps the recipient to become independent of it.

God helps him who strives hard.

God loves to help him who strives to help himself.

Is not a patron, my lord, one who looks with unconcern on a man struggling for life in the water, and when he has reached ground encumbers him with help?

Now, ye familiar spirits that are culled Out of the powerful legions under earth, Help me this once, that France may get the field.

To the man who himself strives earnestly, God also lends a helping hand.

Truths would you teach, or save a sinking land? All fear, none aid you, and few understand.

Turn, gentle Hermit of the Dale, And guide my lonely way To where you taper cheers the vale With hospitable ray.