There let thy Flames their Empire hold.

Unto the farthest Seas, and Natures ends,

Where never Summer Sun its beams extends,

Carry thy plagues, thy pains, thy heats;

Thy raging fires, thy tortering sweats,

Where never ray, or heat did come,

They will rejoyce at such a doom,

They’l bless thy Pestilential fire,

Though by it they expire,

They’l thank the very Flames with which they do consume.