To Live A Life Half

Ride The Air In Whirlwind.

Back To Thy Punishment, False Fugitive, And To Thy Speed Add Wings.

What Can 'scape The Eye Of God, All-seeing, Or Deceive His Heart. Omniscient!

But When Lust By Unchaste Looks, Loose Gestures, And Foul Talk, But Most By Lewd And Lavish Arts Of Sin, Lets In Defilement To The Inward Parts, The Soul Grows Clotted By Contagion, Imbodies And Imbrutes, Till She Quite Lose The Divine Property Of Her First Being.

Yet From Those Flames No Light, But Rather Darkness Visible.