Where No Hope Is Left, Is Left

Ease Would Recant Vows Made In Pain, As Violent And Void.

No Date Prefixed Directs Me In The Starry Rubric Set.

Deep Vers'd In Books, And Shallow In Himself.

Servant Of God, Well Done! Well Hast Thou Fought The Better Fight, Who Single Hast Maintain'd Against Revolted Multitudes The Cause Of Truth.

Heaven Open'd Wide Her Ever During Gates, Harmonious Sound, On Golden Hinges Moving.