To adore the conqueror, who now beholds Cherub and seraph rolling in the flood.
Just are the ways of God, And justifiable to men; Unless there be who think not God at all.
Into this wild abyss, The womb of Nature and perhaps her grave.
But oh the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone and never must return!
The first and wisest of them all professed To know this only, that he nothing knew.
With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, Confusion worse confounded.