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4. The Insultings of the Devils over their Prisoner, will aggravate its Misery on the Way to Hell; when, as they carry it along, shall reproach it to this purpose, Here is the Fool we took captive at our Pleasure! Here is the Soul that had no more Wit than to stop his Ears to the Calls of Mercy, to the Offers of Grace, to the Tenders of a Saviour, to the Commands of God: God called him to repent, but he would not; God commanded him to believe, but he did not: We persuaded him to sin, and he did; we enticed him, and he consented; we suggested, and he yielded. We have him, we have him; away with him, away with him; he is condemned, make ⟨p. 52⟩haste, away with him to the Place of Execution: We led him with a String, we drew him with a single Thread, when in the Body, whither we listed, but now we have him in Chains, to drag him to the Place whither he is unwilling to go. Come along.Oh, not so fast! Come along, make speed.Oh! not so swift, I shall be there too soon! Too soon! thou art expected, thou art waited for, make haste and come away.

5. Moreover, the Merciless Nature of the Devils, will add to the Amazement of the Soul in his Passage to the Place where it shall find no Mercy. As the Damned in Hell cry out for Mercy, for a small Measure of Mercy, as may be in a Drop of Water, ¹and no Mercy shall be shown to them: so the separated Soul on its Way thither, tho' it cry to its Transporters for the least Favour, shall find none. Might not we suppose it to cry out and say, What! Will nothing serve you but my Ruin! will nothing please you but my Damnation! Will nothing satisfy you, but that I be made as miserable as your selves! have Pity upon me, if ye have any Pity in you, have Pity upon me! All I have, I would give, that I may find some Mercy from you. Thou silly Soul! Thou hast nothing left to offer unto us, to ⟨p. 53⟩spare thee, or to show any Kindness to thee, that we should let thee go: Death hath stripped thee of all, and thou art fallen naked into our Hands: But it was thy self and not thy Money we desired: Thy Friends have got thy Money, and did let thee go, but we have gotten thee, and will not let thee go. Oh miserable Soul that I am! Did I serve you so constantly, so heartily, so cheerfully, when in my Body; and do ye serve me so cruelly, so unkindly, so unmercifully, as soon as I am separated from my Body! Is there none to whom I might look for a little Mercy? Is there none in whom I might hope for help and Succour, in this distressed Case that I am in? Let me turn mine Eyes every way, if I may see any hope of Help, when this Company I am fallen into, will afford me none.