The More Mighty, The More Merciful.

He that may sin, sins least: leave to transgress
Enfeebles much the seeds of wickedness.

By the weak'st means things mighty are o'erthrown.
He's lord of thy life who contemns his own.

God hath two wings which He doth ever move;
The one is mercy, and the next is love:
Under the first the sinners ever trust;
And with the last He still directs the just.

For punishment in war it will suffice
If the chief author of the faction dies;
Let but few smart, but strike a fear through all;
Where the fault springs there let the judgment fall.

'Tis still observ'd those men most valiant are,
That are most modest ere they come to war.

God's boundless mercy is, to sinful man,
Like to the ever-wealthy ocean:
Which though it sends forth thousand streams, 'tis ne'er
Known, or else seen, to be the emptier;
And though it takes all in, 'tis yet no more
Full, and fill'd full, than when full fill'd before.