Where, then, my boast of immortality?
I boast it still, though cover’d o’er with guilt;
For guilt, not innocence, his life he pour’d;
’Tis guilt alone can justify his death;
Nor that, unless his death can justify 310
Relenting guilt in Heaven’s indulgent sight.
If, sick of folly, I relent; he writes
My name in heaven with that inverted spear
(A spear deep-dipp’d in blood!) which pierced his side,
And open’d there a font for all mankind,