What out-of-the-way cause graze me grazed a lot, Undo me loose from the genuine ties of my destiny, What greater sin than a man’s blasphemy? If any to consume my inward person like the vile when hades burn still, If I know me well and I’m without doubt for real Of how I would feel at the triumph of mine deal What cause to trade the whole shebang, the lot I labored for?