English poem
Liv. [48]
by Michael Wigglesworth (1631–1705)
There Christ demands at all their hands a strict and straight account Of all things done under the Sun, whose number far surmount Man’s wit and thought: they all are brought unto this solemn Trial, And each offense with evidence, so that there’s no denial.
LV.
There’s no excuse for their abuse, since their own Consciences More proof give in of each Man’s sin, than thousand Witnesses. Though formerly this faculty had grossly been abuséd, (Men could it stifle, or with it trifle, when as it them accuséd,)
LVI.
Now it comes in, and every sin unto Men’s charge doth lay; It judgeth them and doth condemn, though all the “World say nay. It so stingeth and tortureth, it worketh such distress, That each Man’s self against himself, is forcéd to confess.
Secret sins and works of darkness brought to light.