Say not thou canst not to His throne approach;
He’s gracious. His rich grace bears no reproach!
The goldsmith’s death through lethal drugs, be sure,
Was not from hope, or fear, or baser lure.195
The doctor kill’d him, not to please our prince;
Him some divine suggestion did convince.
The story of the child by angel slain[67]
Cannot be fully grasped by minds too plain.
A saint that acts on Heaven’s high behest,
Can never do amiss; ’tis always best.