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?
John MiltonHow gladly would I meet mortality, my sentence, and be earth in sensible! How glad would lay me down, as in my mother's lap! There I should rest, and sleep secure.
John MiltonBut peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began.
John Milton