Let no man trust the first false step of guilt; it hangs upon a precipice, whose steep descent in last perdition ends.
Edward YoungAn angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.
Edward YoungLet no man trust the first false step of guilt; it hangs upon a precipice, whose steep descent in last perdition ends.
Edward YoungAn angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.
Edward Young