Man disavows, and Deity disowns me; Hell might afford my miseries a shelter; Therefore Hell keeps her ever-hungry mouths all Bolted against me. Hard lot! encompassed with a thousand dangers, Weary, faint, trembling with a thousand terrors, I'm called, if vanquished, to receive a sentence Worse than Abiram's.Him the vindictive rod of angry JusticeSent quick and howling to the centre headlong; I, fed with judgement, in a fleshy tomb, am Buried above ground. William Cowper
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