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Sighs from hell, or, The groans of a damned soul discovering from the 16th…
Sighs from hell, or, The groans of a damned soul discovering from the 16th of Luke the lamentable state of the damned : and may fitly serve as a warning-word to sinners, both old and young, by faith in Jesus Christ, to avoid the same place of torment : with a discovery of the usefulness of the Scriptures as our safe conduct for avoiding the torments of hell / by John Bunyan.
London: printed for F. Smith, 1666
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
But besides all this, There thou art, and there thou art like to lie, never think of any ease, never look for any comfort; Repentance now will do thee no good, the Time is past, and can never be called ⟨p. 78⟩again; look what thou hast now, thou must have for ever.
'Tis true, I speak enough before to break thine heart asunder, But besides all this, there lye and swim in flame for ever: these words, Besides all this, are terrible words indeed. I will give you the scope of them in a similitude. Set case you should take a man, and tie him to a stake, and with red hot pincers, pinch off his flesh by little pieces for two or three years together, and at last, when the poor man cries out for ease and help, the tormentors answer, Nay, but besides all this, you must be handled worse.
'Tis true, I speak enough before to break thine heart asunder, But besides all this, there lye and swim in flame for ever: these words, Besides all this, are terrible words indeed. I will give you the scope of them in a similitude. Set case you should take a man, and tye him to a stake, and with red hot pincers, pinch off his flesh by little pieces for two or three years together, and at last, when the poor man cryes out for ease and help, the tormentors answer, Nay, but besides all this, you must be handled worse.
We will serve you thus these 20. years together, and after that we will fill your mangled body full of scalding lead, or run you through with a red hot spit, would not this be lamentable? yet this is but a flea-biting to the sorrows of these that go to hell; for if a man were served so, there would ere it were long be an end of him. But he that goes to Hell shall suffer ten thousand times worse torments then these, and yet shall never be quite dead under them. There they shall be ever whining, pining, weeping, mourning, ever tormented without ease, and yet never dissolved into nothing; if the biggest devil in hell might pull thee all to pieces, and rend thee small as dust, and dissolve thee into nothing, thou wouldest count this a mercy. But here thou mayest lye and fry,