A Fly, A Grape-stone, Or A Hair

And Each Blasphemer Quite Escape The Rod, Because The Insult's Not On Man, But God?

With The Mistake Your Life Goes In Reverse. Now You Can See Exactly What You Did Wrong Yesterday And Wrong The Day Before And Each Mistake Leads Back To Something Worse.

Whatever Is, Is Right.

What Conscience Dictates To Be Done, Or Warns Me Not To Do; This Teach Me More Than Hell To Shun, That More Than Heav'n Pursue.

And All Who Told It Added Something New, And All Who Heard It, Made Enlargements Too.