There was none universally adored by men;
Though some are loved by all the world,
Even so there are things abhorred of them.

Pick you a jolly good chappie, but dig
To his depths, and you shall find a rotten den,
And all the ugly things abhorred of him.

Good souls live, but never exceed their ken,
Nor let another grasp their heart again,
Though they be loved by all the world.

Still today they abhor Him;
Though He is love and all the world,
He could not be adored by every man.