All of me then shall die: let this appease The doubt, since human reach no further knows. For though the Lord of all be infinite, Is his wrath also? Be it, Man is not so, But mortal doomed. How can he exercise Wrath without end on Man, whom death must end? Can he make deathless death? That were to make Strange contradiction; which to God himself Impossible is held, as argument Of weakness, not of power. Will he draw out, For anger’s sake, finite to infinite In punished Man, to satisfy his rigour Satisfied never? That were to extend His sentence beyond dust and Nature’s law; By which all causes else according still To the reception of their matter act, Not to the extent of their own sphere. But say That death be not one stroke, as I supposed, Bereaving sense, but endless misery From this day onward, which I feel begun Both in me and without me, and so last To perpetuity⁠—⁠Ay me! that fear Comes thundering back with dreadful revolution On my defenceless head! Both Death and I