What if his eye-sight (for to Israels God
Nothing is hard) by miracle restor’d,
He now be dealing dole among his foes,
And over heaps of slaughter'd walk his way?
Man.That were a joy presumptuous to be thought.
Chor.Yet God hath wrought things as incredible
For his people of old; what hinders now?
Man.He can I know, but doubt to think he will;
Yet Hope would fain subscribe, and tempts belief.
Chor.Of good or bad so great, of bad the sooner;