Apostates, and turn infidels for joy?
A truth it is, few doubt, but fewer trust,
“He sins against this life, who slights the next.”
What is this life? How few their favourite know! 400
Fond in the dark, and blind in our embrace,
By passionately loving life, we make
Loved life unlovely; hugging her to death.
We give to time eternity’s regard;
And, dreaming, take our passage for our port.
Life has no value as an end, but means;