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but in these flames scorched shall be.
By wicked spirits and damned devils,
this makes me dread when I shall die.
These gluttons and these drunkards all,
who make a God of their belly.
But got no grace for their poor souls,
Shall then be forc'd to cry sorely
For one poor drop of cold water;
and yet it shall not granted be,
To cool their tongue in flaming fire,
this makes me dread when I shall die.
There whores who have no modesty,
nor any shame of saving grace,
But liv'd in lust and letchery,
hunting their prey in every place;
Their arms shall then be made embrace
both night and day continually,
The doleful flames of black darkness,
this makes me dread when I shall die
These proud persons who brag and boast
of honour, wealth, and their great kind
But care not to dishonour Christ;
rejecting saints belongs to him,
These idols Christ shall put from him,
and cloth them all, most dolefully
With long black robes of lasting shame
