To break God’s laws, and in like kind have fared.
The deeds have been done; and now, fast shut in,
The doers take the wages of their sin.
But time presses; hasten, wouldst thou fulfil
Duties charged by Heaven’s grace, thy own good-will.
Courage; for we have left behind the Pit
Of sin and torture, and are soon to quit
Even the melancholy Precincts, where
The dead still mourn the Past, the Future fear.
Already I see the walls Cyclopian, built