God is, whate’er we see,—where’er we move!
Let those who doubt, go ask at yonder fane
Their lot?—not knowing how they’d act, or feel.
No oracle confirms, or moves, my thoughts;
—Makes nought more sure:—I know I am to die,
And this doth make me sure,—of how to live!
The coward and the brave, the bad and good
Alike must die!—and God declaring this,
Made known to man, all man requires to know!”
Thus Cato spoke,—turn’d from the hallow’d fane