He’s fish in form; but will not to the water take.
Domestic fowl is he; not eagle of free air.
With Lot he sips of wine; God’s water’s his despair.
He loves his God, if but his God will grant him wealth;
But nothing cares for God’s mere grace;—for spirit’s health.515
Should he conceive th’ idea of love for God alone,
God’s essence he’d deny, God’s attributes disown.
Man’s fancy is a creature;—born with mortal lot.
God was not born. His scripture says: “Nor was begot.”[317]
The man in love with self, and with his fancy’s freak,