Laws can discover sin, but not remove it
Sufficient to have stood, though free to fall.
Live while ye may, Yet happy pair.
Death from sin no power can separate.
Nor aught availed him now to have built in heaven high towers; nor did he scrape by all his engines, but was headlong sent with his industrious crew to build in hell.
Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek.