The way to true happiness in a serious treatise /

Divine wrath is a fierce, Deut. 32. 22. devouring, Isaiah 33. 14. everlasting, Mat. 25. 41. unquenchable fire; Mat. 3. 12. and thy soul and body must be the fuel upon which it will be feeding for ever, unless thou consider thy ways, and speedily turn to the Lord by a found conversion. They that have been only singed by this fire, and had no more but the smell thereof passing upon them; Oh what amazing spectacles have they been. Whose heart would not have melted, to have heard Spira's outcries, to have seen Chaloner that monument of Justice, worn to skin and bones, blaspheming the God of Heaven, cursing himself, and continually crying out, O torture, torture, torture, O torture, torture, as if the flames of wrath had already took hold on him? To have heard Rogers crying out, I have had a little pleasure, and now I must to Hell for evermore; wishing but for this mitigation, that God would but let him lie burning for ever behind the bac• of that fire (on the hearth) and bringing in this sad conclusion still, at the end of whatever was spoken to him, to afford him some hope, I must to Hell, I must to the furnace of Hell, for millions of millions of Ages. O ⟨p. 129⟩If the fears and forethoughts of the wrath to come be so terrible, so intolerable, what is the feeling of it!

Divine wrath is a fierce, Deut. 32. 22. devouring, Esay 33. 14. everlasting, Mat. 25. 41. unquenchable fire; Mat. 3. 12. and thy soul and body must be the fuel upon which it will be feeding for ever, unless thou consider thy wayes, and speedily turn to the Lord by a found conversion. They that have been only singed by this fire, and had no more but the smell thereof passing upon them; Oh what amazing spectacles have they been. Whose heart would not have melted, to have heard Spira's outcries, to have seen Chaloner that monument of Justice, worn to skin and bones, blaspheming the God of Heaven, cursing himself, and continually crying out, O torture, torture, torture, O torture, torture, as if the flames of wrath had already took hold on him? To have heard Rogers crying out, I have had a litle pleasure, and now I must to Hell for evermore; wishing but for this mitigation, that God would but let him lie burning for ever behind the bac of that fire (on the hearth) and bringing in this sad conclusion still, at the end of whatever was spoken to him, to afford him some hope, I must to Hell, I must to the furnace of Hell, for millions of millions of Ages. O