Ah, why should all mankind For one man's fault, be condemned, If guiltless?
The earth, though in comparison of heaven so small, nor glistering, may of solid good contain more plenty than the sun, that barren shines.
Now conscience wakes despair That slumber'd,-wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be Worse.
Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn.
The rising world of waters dark and deep.
Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day.