I marvel at his works, and feel as nothing in his sight; but because he is thus omnipotent, and I a mortal, it follows not that I am vile.

Nor so doth he regard me.

We do ourselves degrade ourselves, not Oro us.

Hath not Oro made me?
And therefore am I not worthy to stand erect before him?
Oro is almighty, but no despot.

I wonder; I hope; I love; I weep; I have in me a feeling nigh to fear, that is not fear; but wholly vile I am not; nor can we love and cringe.