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NYWJ.735.018
29 Dec 1735:41 (112)
Saepe mihi dubiam traxit sententia mentem,
Curarent superi terras, an nullus inesset
Rector, & incerte fluerent mortalia casu:
Nam cum dispositi quaesissem foedera mundi,
. . . [11 more lines]
These lines are elegantly translated into Low-Dutch, by a
worthy gentleman.
Wat tw y felde myn Geest, of Gods Voorsienigheit . . . [16
more lines]
AN ENDEAVOUR FOR AN IMITATION BY ANOTHER HAND.
What doubts of allsufficient Providence?
Can naught convict our finite human sense?
Is there no rector in this worldly vast?
Is chance the guide of future and the past?
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