Upon Fire Who falls into the fire shall burn with heat; While those remote scorn from it to retreat. Yea, while those in it, cry out, O! I burn, Some farther off those cries to laughter turn. Comparison. While some tormented are in hell for sin; On earth some greatly do delight therein. Yea, while some make it echo with their cry, Others count it a fable and a lie. |
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