English poem
Ii. [2]
by Michael Wigglesworth (1631–1705)
Wallowing in all kind of Sin, vile Wretches lay secure; The best of men had scarcely then their Lamps kept in good ure. Virgins unwise, who through disguise amongst the best were number’d, Had clos’d their eyes; yea, and the Wise through sloth and frailty slumber’d.