And all our bosom-secrets breaks;
When flames surround, and greedy Hell
Gapes for a booty (who can dwell
With everlasting Burnings!), when
70Irrevocable words shall pass on men;
Poor naked men, who sometimes thought
These frights perhaps would come to nought!
What shall we do! we cannot run
For refuge, or the strict Judge shun.
'Tis too late then to think what course to take;