When I within my self retreat,
I shut my Doors against the Great;
My busy Eyeballs inward roll,
And there with large survey I see
All the wide Theatre of Me,
And view the various Scenes of my retiring Soul;
There I walk o're the Mazes I have trod,
While Hope and Fear are in a doubtful Strife
Whether this  of Life
Be acted well to gain the Plaudit of my God.