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.