What! to be sent to Punishment,   and flames of burning Fire! To be surrounded, and eke confounded   with God’s revengeful Ire! What! to abide, not for a tide,   these Torments, but for Ever! To be releas’d, or to be eas’d,   not after years, but Never! CCIV. Oh fearful Doom! now there’s no room   for hope or help at all; Sentence is past which aye shall last;   Christ will not it recall. Then might you hear them rend and tear   the Air with their out-cries; The hideous noise of their sad voice   ascendeth to the Skies. CCV. [165] They wring their hands, their caitiff-hands,   and gnash their teeth for terror; They cry, they roar for anguish sore,   and gnaw their tongues for horror. But get away without delay,   Christ pities not your cry; Depart to Hell, there may you yell,   and roar Eternally. _It is put in Execution._ CCVI. [166] That word “_Depart_” maugre their heart,   It is put in drives every wicked one, With mighty pow’r, the self-same hour,   far from the Judge’s Throne. Away they’re chas’d by the strong blast   of his Death-threat’ning mouth; They flee full fast, as if in haste,   although they be full loath. CCVII. [167] As chaff that’s dry, as dust doth fly   before the Northern wind. Right so are they chaséd away,   and can no Refuge find. They hasten to the Pit of Woe,   guarded by Angels stout. Who to fulfil Christ’s holy Will,   attend this wickéd Rout; _HELL._ CCVIII. [168] Whom having brought as they are taught,   unto the brink of Hell, (That dismal place, far from Christ’s face,   where Death and Darkness dwell, Where God’s fierce Ire kindleth the fire,   and vengeance feeds the flame. With piles of Wood and Brimstone Flood,   so none can quench the same,) _Wicked men and Devils cast into it forever._ CCIX. [169] With Iron bands they bind their hands   and curséd feet together, And cast them all, both great and small,   into that Lake forever, Where day and night, without respite,   they wail, and cry and howl, For tort’ring pain which they sustain,   in Body and in Soul. CCX. [170] For day and night, in their despite,   their torment’s smoke ascendeth. Their pain and grief have no relief,   their anguish never endeth. There must they lie and never die,   though dying every day; There must they dying ever lie,   and not consume away. CCXI. Die fain they would if die they could,   but Death will not be had; God’s direful wrath their bodies hath   forev’r immortal made. They live to lie in misery,   and bear eternal woe; And live they must whilst God is just,   that he may plague them so. _The unsufferable torments of the Damned._ CCXII. [171] But who can tell the plagues of Hell,   and torments exquisite? Who can relate their dismal state,   and terrors infinite? Who fare the best and feel the least,   yet feel that punishment Whereby to nought they would be brought   if God did not prevent. CCXIII. [172]