O let not loose upon me lions Thou informest.
O Lord of mercy, Pardoner of sin, All-just,
Upon me vengeance wreak not, or succumb I must.
Cause not Thy pleasant waters me to burn like fire;
Let not the fiery furnace form of stream acquire.315
If Thou me madden with the vials of dismay,
Thou’lt make nonentities the parts of things to play.”
What’s madness? ’Tis a bandage to the eye of faith.
A stone we see as pearl, an island as a frith.
What’s madness? False to judge of every stick and straw.