CONTRA CONJUGIUM T. B. B. 
33 
Now, shall thy life with joy be filled ? 
At thine own time shalt thou rejoice ? 
At thine own choice ? 
 
“ I gave thee life, I gave thee youth, 
Four seasons fair, for love the same, 
Health, strength and comeliness—forsooth, 
And thou hast quenched my holy flame, 
And scorned my name ! 
 
“ I gave thee life, life passeth by ; 
I gave thee youth, that youth is fled. 
Thinkst thou that I will fructify 
Now, at thine own good time, thy dead 
And barren bed ? 
 
“ How worship me, yet break my laws ? 
Art thou a God ?  Didst thou devise 
The infinite world ?  Did thy word cause 
The silver Caucasus to arise ? 
Art thou all-wise ? 
 
“ Or hast thou mocked me, setting high 
A molten calf, a graven block,