Chapter 22 No.22

"We are ne'er like angels till our passions die."

DEKKER.

"This wretched Inn, where we scarce stay to bait,

We call our Dwelling-Place:

We call one Step a Race:

But angels in their full enlightened state,

Angels, who Live, and know what 'tis to Be,

Who all the nonsense of our language see,

Who speak things, and our words, th