Make ends meet

low; Who, undeluded by mere outward show, To Being's depths would

With gentlemen like you indeed The inward essence from the name we read,

As all too plainly it doth appear, When Beelzebub, Destroyer, Liar, meets the

Part of that power which still Produceth good, whilst ever scheming ill.

What hidden mystery in this riddle lies?

The spirit I, which evermore denies! And justly; for whate'er to light is brought

Deserves again to be reduced to naught; Then better 'twere that naught should

be. Thus all the elements which ye Destruction, Sin, or briefly, Evil, name, As