O think not, bold man, because thy punishment is delayed, that the arm of God is weakened neither flatter thyself with hopes that He winketh at thy doings. His eye pierceth the secrets of every heart, and He remembereth them for ever...
O think not, bold man, because thy punishment is delayed, that the arm of God is weakened neither flatter thyself with hopes that He winketh at thy doings. His eye pierceth the secrets of every heart, and He remembereth them for ever...
Thus most invectively he pierceth through
The body of the country, city, court,
Yea, and of this our life; swearing that we
Are mere usurpers, tyrants, and what's worse,
To fright the animals, and to kill them up
In their assign'd and native dwelling-place.
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