Classic Poem

Fell Malice most of her owne Poison drinkes;
for them she plagues, doe sippe but of the toppe;
But she of that , which to the Bottome sinckes,
to worke in Her Perdition without Hope .

Impietie and Plagues are of an age;
being burnt, not in the Hand , but in the Heart
For, who against the good doe battaile wage,
shall perish through his pow'r that takes their part.

And, if, for vertue , Men are made away,
God takes for sucrifice , their sufferings:
But when, by course of Nature , they decay,
he then receiues them as Peace-offerings:
So that in life and death , the righteous rest,
As th' Apple of his Eye, as safe , as blest .