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 A

ON THE

FOUR LAST THINGS.

viz.

Death, Judgement, Heaven,

and Hell.

A Meditation on Death.

the old serpent’s son, Thou hadst a sting once like thy fire, That carrion hell, and ever burnting fire: But those black days are o’er; Thy foolish pride buried thy sting In the profound and wide Wound of our Saviour’s side. And now thouart become atame and harm A thing we’darenot fear [less thing. Since we hear.