Alex.
But since Fate has other will
There rises need the dam-walls to unbarrier
Which long have shut us, like a stagnant mere
Locked from the sea, away from other peoples,
And there’s no other method but that we
In use and custom mould us to their fashion.
Sameas.
In use and—(to Heaven) Lord, if I break not in raving
Send me Thy sign how such a churl shall die,