Clxxxii. [149]

Thus all men’s pleas the Judge with ease   doth answer and confute, Until that all, both great and small,   are silencéd and mute. Vain hopes are cropt, all mouths are stopt,   sinners have naught to say, But that ’tis just and equal most   they should be damn’d for aye.

CLXXXIII.

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!