Now what remains, but that to pains   and everlasting smart, Christ should condemn the sons of men,   which is their just desert? Oh rueful plights of sinful wights!   Oh wretches all forlorn! ’T had happy been they ne’er had seen   the sun, or not been born. CLXXXIV. Yea now it would be good they could   themselves annihilate. And cease to be, themselves to free   from such a fearful state. happy Dogs, and Swine, and Frogs,   yea, Serpent’s generation! Who do not fear this doom to hear,   and sentence of Damnation! CLXXXV. [150] This is their state so desperate;   their sins are fully known; Their vanities and villanies   before the world are shown. As they are gross and impious,   so are their numbers more Than motes in th’ Air, or than their hair,   or sands upon the shore. CLXXXVI. [151] Divine Justice offended is,   and satisfaction claimeth; God’s wrathful ire, kindled like fire.   against them fiercely flameth. Their Judge severe doth quite cashier,   and all their pleas off take, That ne’er a man, or dare, or can   a further answer make. CLXXXVII. [152] Their mouths are shut, each man is put   to silence and to shame, Nor have they aught within their thought,   Christ’s Justice for to blame. The Judge is just, and plague them must,   nor will he Mercy shew, For Mercy’s day is past away   to any of this Crew. CLXXXVIII. [153] The Judge is strong, doers of wrong   cannot his pow’r withstand; None can by flight run out of sight,   nor ’scape out of his hand. Sad is their state; for Advocate,   to plead thei cause, there’s none; None to prevent their punishment,   or mis’ry to bemoan. CLXXXIX. [154] O dismal day! whither shall they   for help and succor flee? To God above with hopes to move   their greatest Enemy? His wrath is great, whose burning heat   no floods of tears can slake; His Word stands fast that they be cast   into the burning Lake. CXC. [155] To Christ their Judge? He doth adjudge   them to the Pit of Sorrow; Nor will he hear, or cry or tear,   nor respite them one morrow. To Heav’n, alas! they cannot pass,   it is against them shut; To enter there (O heavy cheer)   they out of hopes are put. CXCI. [156] Unto their Treasures, or to their Pleasures?   All these have them forsaken; Had they full cofiers to make large offers,   their gold would not be taken. Unto the place where whilom was   their birth and Education? Lo! Christ begins for their great sins,   to fire the Earth’s Foundation; CXCII. [157] And by and by the flaming Sky   shall drop like molten Lead About their ears, t’ increase their fears,   and aggravate their dread. To Angel’s good that ever stood   in their integrity, Should they betake themselves, and make   their suit incessantly? CXCIII.