(Howe'er you come to know it,) answer me;
Though you untie the winds, and let them fight
Against the churches—though the yesty waves
Confound and swallow navigation up—
Though bladed corn be lodg'd, and trees blown down—
Though castles topple on their warder's heads—
Though palaces and pyramids do slope
Their heads to their foundations—though the treasure
Of nature's germins tumble all together,
Even till destruction sicken, answer me