The Life of John Milton, Volume 5 (of 7), 1654-1660: Narrated in Connexion with the Political, Ecclesiastical, and Literary History of His TimeMasson, David
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The Life of John Milton, Volume 5 (of 7), 1654-1660: Narrated in Connexion with the Political, Ecclesiastical, and Literary History of His Time
Masson, David
Milton, John, 1608-1674; Poets, English -- Early modern, 1500-1700 -- Biography
"But, if credit enough is not given to my own solemn affirmation,
nor to this Public Testimony, Thee, Lord God, I make finally my
witness, who explorest the inmost recesses of the spirit, who
triest the reins, and knowest the secret motives of the breast, a
Searcher of hearts to whom, as if by thorough dissection, all
things are bare. Thee, God, Thee I call as my witness, who shalt
one day be my Judge and the Judge of all, whether it is not the
case that men see in this heart of mine what Thou seest not. Would
that Thou didst not also see in the same heart what they do not
see! But ah me! I am far baser in reality than they feign.
Suppliantly I adore the will of Thy Providence that permits me to
be falsely accused among men on account of so many hidden faults of
which I am truly guilty in Thy sight. Thou, Lord, saidst to Shimei,
'Curse David.' Glory be to Thy name that hast chosen to preserve
me, exercised with so many griefs, that I may serve Thyself. There
is one great sin discernible in my soul, which I confess before the
whole world. I have never served Thee in proportion to my strength;
that little talent of Thy grace which Thou hast deigned to grant me
I have not yet turned to full account--whether because I have
followed too much the pleasures of mere study, or whether I have
consumed too much time and labour in refuting the invectives of the
evil-disposed, to whom, such has been Thy pleasure, I have been
constantly an object of attack. Cover the past for me, regulate the
future. Cleared before men, before Thee I shall be cleared never,
unless Thy mercy shall be my succour. I confess I have sinned
against Thee, nor shall I do so more. Thou seest how this paper on
which I write is now all wet with my tears: pardon me, Redeemer
mine, and grant that the vow I now take to Thee I may sacredly
perform. Let a thousand dogs bark at me, a thousand bulls of Bashan
rush upon me, as many lions war against my soul, and threaten me
with destruction, I will reply no more, defended enough if only I
feel Thee propitious. I will no more waste the time due to Thee,
sacred to Thee, in mere trifles, or lose it in beating off the
importunity of moths. Whatever extent of life it shall please Thee
to appoint me still, I vow, I dedicate, all to Thee, all to Thy
Church. So shall we be revenged on our enemies. Convert us all,
Thou who only canst. Forgive us, forgive them also; nor to us, nor
to them, but to Thy name, be the glory!"
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