Beyond Is All Abyss, Eternity, Whose End

The Very Essence Of Truth Is Plainness And Brightness; The Darkness And Crookedness Is Our Own. The Wisdom Of God Created Understanding, Fit And Proportionable To Truth, The Object And End Of It, As The Eye To The Thing Visible. If Our Understanding Have A Film Of Ignorance Over It, Or Be Blear With Gazing On Other False Glitterings, What Is That To Truth?

Such Sober Certainty Of Waking Bliss.

Justice Divine Mends Not Her Slowest Pace For Prayers Or Cries.

Cyriack, Whose Grandsire On The Royal Bench Of British Themis, With No Mean Applause Pronounced And In His Volumes Taught Our Laws, Which Others At Their Bar So Often Wrench

Eye Me, Blest Providence, And Square My Trial To My Proportion'd Strength.