DOTLAN EveMaps

Reserv'd and destin'd to Eternal woe;
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Whatever doing, what can we suffer more,
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What can we suffer worse? is this then worst,
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Thus sitting, thus consulting, thus in Arms?
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What when we fled amain, pursu'd and strook
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With Heav'ns afflicting Thunder, and besought
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The Deep to shelter us? this Hell then seem'd
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A refuge from those wounds: or when we lay
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Chain'd on the burning Lake? that sure was worse.
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What if the breath that kindl'd those grim fires
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Awak'd should blow them into sevenfold rage
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And plunge us in the flames? or from above
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Should intermitted vengeance arm again
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His red right hand to plague us?