So soon to follow. Man but dives in death;
Dives from the sun, in fairer day to rise;
The grave, his subterranean road to bliss. 10
Yes, infinite indulgence plann’d it so;
Through various parts our glorious story runs;
Time gives the preface, endless age unrolls
The volume (ne’er unroll’d!) of human fate.
This, earth and skies already[32] have proclaim’d.
The world’s a prophecy of worlds to come;
And who, what God foretells (who speaks in things,