What can be worse Than to dwell here, driven out from bliss, condemned In this abhorrèd deep to utter woe, Where pain of unextinguishable fire Must exercise us without hope of end [90] The vassals of his anger, when the scourge Inexorably, and the torturing hour Calls us to penance? More destroyed than thus We should be quite abolished and expire. What fear we then? What doubt we to incense [95] His utmost ire, which to the height enraged Will either quite consume us and reduce To nothing this essential, happier far Than miserable to have eternal being?
