Exist, it’s sure to spread,—a plague-spot cancerous.
A snare man may detect in every lust of flesh,
If God’s decree will not he fall into its mesh.
By God’s decree our reason ceases clear to see,
As moon, when darkened all, can hide the sun from me.350
Whoever dares deny God’s ruling providence,
’Tis Providence decrees his blindness, want of sense.
The Father of Mankind, Lord Nomenclator first,[168]
In every nerve possess’d a vein of knowledge nursed.
He knew the names of all things, right, without default.