No hope in setting suns of good, nor terror for the evil at its zenith?
How shall ye make answer unto this; a just God prospering iniquity,
Wisdom encouraging the foolish, and goodness abetting the depraved!
Yet again; mine erring brother, pardon this abundance of my speech,
Yield me thy candour and thy charity, listening with a welcome:
For, even now, a thousand thoughts are trooping to my theme;
O mighty theme, O feeble thoughts! Alas! who is sufficient?
Judge not so high a cause by these poor words alone,
For lo, the advocate hath little skill: pardon and pass on:
Certify thyself with surer proofs; fledge thine own mind for flight;