God made thee of choice his own, and of his own
to serve hy reward was of his grace,
t tly is at his ill.
Be it so, for I submit, his doom is fair,
t dust I am, and so dust returne: [ 770 ]
O welcom hour whenever! why delayes
o execute w his Decree
Fixd on this day? why do I overlive,
to deat [ 775 ]
Mortalitie my sentence, and be Earth
Insensible, how glad would lay me down
As in my Mot
And sleep secure; his dreadful voice no more
ould thunder in my ears, no fear of worse [ 780 ]
to mee and to my ofspring orment me
itation. Yet one doubt
Pursues me still, least all I cannot die,
Least t pure breat of Man
together perish [ 785 ]
ithe Grave,
Or in some other dismal place who knows
But I s
rue! yet breath
Of Life t sinnd; w had life [ 790 ]
And sin? ther.
All of me t this appease
t, since her knows.
For te,
Is , man is not so, [ 795 ]
But mortal doomd. how can he exercise
rat end on Man w end?
Can o make
Strange contradiction, wo God himself
Impossible is [ 800 ]
Of of Power. ill ,
For angers sake, finite to infinite
In puniso satisfie his rigour
Satisfid never; t o extend
ence beyond dust and Natures Law, [ 805 ]
By will
to tion of tter act,
Not to tent of t say
t Deat one stroak, as I supposd,
Bereaving sense, but endless miserie [ 810 ]
From this day onward, which I feel begun
Bot me, and so last
to perpetuitie; Ay me, t fear
Comes tion
On my defensless h and I [ 815 ]
Am found Eternal, and incorporate both,
Nor I on my part single, in mee all
Posteritie stands curst: Fair Patrimonie
t I must leave ye, Sons; O were I able
to e it all my self, and leave ye none! [ 820 ]