That I cannot escape thee, wherever I go?
Such Knowledge as this is too high to attain, 15 'Tis a Truth which I feel, tho' I cannot explain.
Whither then shall I flee from thy Spirit, O Lord?
What Shelter can Space from thy Presence afford?
If I climb up to Heav'n, 'tis there is thy Throne,
If I go down to Hell, even there thou art known; 20 If for Wings I should mount on the Mornings swift Ray,
And remain in the uttermost Parts of the Sea,
Even there, let the Distance be ever so wide,
Thy Hand would support me, thy right Hand would guide.
If I say, peradventure, the Dark may conceal 25 What Distance, tho' boundless, is forc'd to reveal,
Yet the Dark, at thy Presence, would vanish away,
And my Covering, the Night, would be turn'd into Day:
It is I myself only who could not then see,
Yea, the Darkness, O Lord, is no Darkness to Thee: 30 The Night, and the Day, are alike in thy Sight,
And the Darkness, to Thee, is as clear as the Light.
TO ALL you Ladies now at Bath,
And eke, ye Beaus, to you,
With aking heart, and wat'ry eyes,
I bid my last adieu.
Farewel ye Nymphs, who waters sip 5 Hot reeking from the pumps,
While music lends her friendly aid,
To cheer you from the dumps.
Farewel ye wits, who prating stand,
And criticise the fair; 10 Yourselves the joke of men of Sense,
Who hate a coxcomb's air.