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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