In The First Is The Last, In

Lofty Designs Must Close In Like Effects.

Tis Looking Downward Makes One Dizzy.

Though Rome's Gross Yoke Drops Off, No More To Be Endured, Her Teaching Is Not So Obscured By Errors And Perversities, That No Truth Shines Athwart The Lies.

Only I Discern Infinite Passion, And The Pain Of Finite Hearts That Yearn.

But How Carve Way I' The Life That Lies Before, If Bent On Groaning Ever For The Past?