and atoms of the Air;
And do thy best on Man and Beast,
to reckon every Hair:
Take all the Dust, if so thou lust,
and add to thine Account:
Yet shall the Years of Sinners' tears,
the Number far surmount.
Naught join'd to naught can ne'er make aught,
nor Cyphers make a Sum;
Nor things finite, to infinite