4
us? w if all
ores [ 175 ]
Of aracts of Fire,
Impendent ning hideous fall
One day upon our heads; while we perhaps
Designing or exing glorious warr,
Caugempest shall be hurld [ 180 ]
Eacransfixt, t and prey
Of racking whirlwinds, or for ever sunk
Under yon boyling Ocean, in Chains;
to converse ing groans,
Unrespited, unpitied, unrepreevd, [ 185 ]
Ages of his would be worse.