And if a world confront me, I’ll not yield.

Francis Quarles.

To tremble, (as the creatures of an hour

Ought,) at the view of an Almighty power

Before His presence, at whose awful throne

All tremble in all worlds except our own;

To supplicate His mercy, love His ways,

And prize them above pleasure, wealth, or praise;

Though common sense, allowed a casting voice,

And free from bias, must approve the choice;