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.