Then believed they his words; they sang his praise.
They soon forgat his works; they waited not for his counsel:
And because iniquity shall abound, the love of many shall wax cold.
Where is then the blessedness ye spake of? for I bear you record, that, if it had been possible, ye would have plucked out your own eyes, and have given them to me.
Nevertheless I have somewhat against thee, because thou hast left thy first love.