The faith that acts not, is it truly faith?
How good is God! How sweet his yoke!
The glory of my name increases my shame. Less known by mortals, I could better escape their eyes.
If I could believe that this was said sincerely, I could put up with anything.
To save our imperiled honor everything must be sacrificed, even virtue.
Have there ever been more submissive slaves? Adoring, even in their irons, the God who punishes them.