But O Yet More Miserable!

When Thou Attended Gloriously From Heaven , Shalt In The Sky Appear, And From Thee Send Thy Summoning Archangels To Proclaim Thy Dread Tribunal.

His Rod Revers'd, And Backward Mutters Of Dissevering Power.

Beholding The Bright Countenance Of Truth In The Quiet And Still Air Of Delightful Studies.

Let Not England Forget Her Precedence Of Teaching Nations How To Live.

With Ruin Upon Ruin, Rout On Rout, Confusion Worse Confounded.