English poem
C. [85]
by Michael Wigglesworth (1631–1705)
“Without true Faith, the Scripture saith, God cannot take delight In any deed that doth proceed from any sinful wight. And without love all actions prove but barren empty things; Dead works they be and vanity, the which vexation brings.
CI.
“Nor from true Faitli, which quencheth wrath, hath your obedience flown; Nor from true Love, which wont to move Believers, hath it grown. Your argument shews your intent in all that you have done; You thought to scale Heav’n’s lofty Wall by Ladders of your own.