 | Judas Iscariot |  |
Truth dwels in gulphs, whose deepes hide shades so rich
That Night sits muffled there in clouds of pitch,
More darke than Nature made her; and requires
(To cleare her tough mists) heaven's great fire of fires—
To wrestle with these heaven-strong Mysteries.
Chapman.
That Night sits muffled there in clouds of pitch,
More darke than Nature made her; and requires
(To cleare her tough mists) heaven's great fire of fires—
To wrestle with these heaven-strong Mysteries.
Chapman.
| Judas Iscariot | |