I Hate When Vice Can Bolt Her

Taste This, And Be Henceforth Among The Gods Thyself A Goddess.

Time, Though In Eternity, Applied To Motion, Measures All Things Durable By Present, Past, And Future.

No Date Prefixed Directs Me In The Starry Rubric Set.

What Better Can We Do Than Prostrate Fall Before Him Reverent, And There Confess Humbly Our Faults, And Pardon Beg With Tears Watering The Ground?

Nor Aught Availed Him Now To Have Built In Heaven High Towers; Nor Did He Scrape By All His Engines, But Was Headlong Sent With His Industrious Crew To Build In Hell.