Shall mourn no more as heretofore because of her ill plight; Although he see her now to be a damn'd forsaken wight. The tender Mother will own no other of all her numerous brood, But such as stand at Christ's right hand acquitted through his Blood. The pious father had now much rather his graceless son should ly In Hell with Devils, for all his evils, burning eternally. Then God most high should injury, by sparing him sustain; And doth rejoice to hear Christ's voice adjudging him to pain. Who having all both great and small, convinc'd and silenced, Did then proceed their Doom to read, and thus it uttered. Ye sinful wights, and cursed sprights, that work iniquity, Depart together from me for ever to endless Misery; Your portion take in yonder Lake, where Fire and Brimstone flameth: Suffer the smart, which your desert as it's due wages claimeth. Oh piercing words more sharp swords! what, to depart from thee, Whose face before for evermore the best of Pleasures be! What? to depart (unto our smart) from thee Eternally: To be for aye banish'd away, 30 40 than 50 with Devils company! No[w] shew vain men the fruit of all that pain Which in the end nothing but Loss did gain: Compute your lives, and all your hours up cast, So here's the total sum of all at last. I rose up early, sat up late, to know, As much as man, as tongues, as books could show; I toil'd to search all Science and all Art, As far as doth the Mornings shining 50 My Name into a page of Titles swell'd, My head a Crown, my hand a Scepter held: Ador'd without, but shameful lusts within; With anxious thoughts, with saddest cares and cost |