A Journey to Hell or, A Visit paid to the Devil. A poem. The Second Edition [by Edward Ward] |
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The Judge arose, his Countenance compos'd,
And to the Pris'ners thus his Mind disclos'd;
You who, pursuant to the God's Decree,
Are to receive your final Doom from me,
Your Crimes are great, which you your selves well know;
Expect no Mercy, for I none can show;
Since you with loathsome Slops have Crowds destroy'd,
Whilst you your selves good wholsome Food enjoy'd;
Kill'd on, without regard to dying Groans,
And fill'd Church-Yards with your own Skeletons,
To Pains I'll doom ye, yet to Hell unknown,
Proportion'd to the hainious Ills you've done:
Such pois'nous Drenches shall you always swill,
As more and more torment, but never kill:
Each odious Draught shall still encrease your Hate,
And gripe you worse than Asnick does a Rat.
As close as barrel'd Figs you shall be cram'd,
Without the hopes of being e'er undamn'd:
There Purge, Spue, Piss, Sweat, to the worst degree,
And stink together to Eternity.
And to the Pris'ners thus his Mind disclos'd;
You who, pursuant to the God's Decree,
Are to receive your final Doom from me,
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Expect no Mercy, for I none can show;
Since you with loathsome Slops have Crowds destroy'd,
Whilst you your selves good wholsome Food enjoy'd;
Kill'd on, without regard to dying Groans,
And fill'd Church-Yards with your own Skeletons,
To Pains I'll doom ye, yet to Hell unknown,
Proportion'd to the hainious Ills you've done:
Such pois'nous Drenches shall you always swill,
As more and more torment, but never kill:
Each odious Draught shall still encrease your Hate,
And gripe you worse than Asnick does a Rat.
As close as barrel'd Figs you shall be cram'd,
Without the hopes of being e'er undamn'd:
There Purge, Spue, Piss, Sweat, to the worst degree,
And stink together to Eternity.
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