How oft, in nations gone corrupt, And by their own devices brought down to servitude, That man chooses bondage before liberty. Bondage with ease before strenuous liberty.
Such joy ambition finds.
He 's gone, and who knows how he may report Thy words by adding fuel to the flame?
My heart contains of good, wise, just, the perfect shape.
Infinity is a dark illimitable ocean, without bound.
What better can we do than prostrate fall before Him reverent, and there confess humbly our faults, and pardon beg with tears watering the ground?