The AGONY. From Herbert

Vain Man has measur'd Land and Sea, Fathom'd the Depths of States and Kings, O'er Earth and Heav'n explor'd his Way: Yet there are Two vast spacious things, To measure which doth more behove, Yet few that sound them! Sin and Love.

Who would know Sin, let him repair To Calvary: There shall he see A Man so pain'd, that all his Hair, His Skin, his Garments bloody be! Sin is that Rack, which forces Pain To hunt its Food thro' ev'ry Vein.

Wouldst thou know Love? behold the GOD, The Man, who for thy Ransom dy'd: Go taste the sacred Fount that flow'd Fast-streaming from his wounded Side! Love, is that Liquor most divine, GOD feels as Blood, but I as Wine.