I make no scruple, but my sword from blood debar.
For God’s sake do I love. Such is my fame with men.
My hate’s in Truth’s sole cause. I’m raging lion then.85
My generosity springs all from love of God.
For God’s sake, too, I’m parsimonious as clod.
I’m avarice, munificence, to one sole end.
I’m God’s in all things. To myself I ne’er attend.
That which I do, for God’s sake flows; not from schedule.
’Tis not a guess, an inference;—’tis sight’s safe rule.
I’ve no occasion to investigate, to seek.