As if there were no God, who must exact
The strict account for every vicious fact;
Nor judgement after death. If any be,
Let him make speed (say they), that we may see.
Why is his work retarded by delay?
Why doth himself thus linger on the way?
If there be any judge, or future doom,
90Let It and Him with speed together come.
Unhappy men, that challenge and defy
The coming of that dreadful Majesty!