'Mid th' horrors of an angry Sea:
Where I while time shall move, may floate
Despairing either land or day!
Or under earth my youth confine
To th' night and silence of a cell:
Where Scorpions may my limbes entwine.
O God! So thou forgive me hell.
Æternitie! when I think thee,
(Which never any end must have,
Nor knew'st beginning) and fore-see