English poem
Clxv. [138]
by Michael Wigglesworth (1631–1705)
“He that the Light, because ’tis slight, hath uséd to despise, Would not the Light shining more bright, be likely for a prize. If you had lov’d, and well improv’d your knowledge and dim sight, Herein your pain ’had not been vain, your plagues had been more light.“
Reprobate Infants plead for themselves.