Death, thou shalt die.
The Psalms foretell what I, what any shall do and suffer and say.
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
God affords no man the comfort, the false comfort of Atheism: He will not allow a pretending Atheist the power to flatter himself, so far, as to seriously think there is no God.
Licence my roving hands, and let them go Before, behind, between, above, below.
Man hath weaved out a net, and this net throwne upon the Heavens, and now they are his own.