And all his love with hatred to requite?
Is this the fruit of God's great patience,
To wax more bold in disobedience?
To kick against the bowels of his Love?
Is this aright his Bounty to improve?
Stand still, ye Heav'ns, and be astonishéd,
That God by man should thus be injuréd!
Give ear, O Earth, and tremble at the sin
Of those that thine Inhabitants have been!
But thou, vile wretch, hast added unto all