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.

They’ve neither skill, nor do they will   to work them any ease; They will not mourn to see them burn,   nor beg for their release. To wicked men, their bretheren   in sin and wickedness, Should they make moan? Their case is one;   they’re in the same distress.