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Secondly, To the Wicked all the Troubles and Terrors which they here endure are nothing in comparison with what they must eternally suffer in Hell. They are now only sprinkled with a few drops of God's Wrath, but in Hell all his Waves shall go over them for ever. Here they do but sip a little of that Cup, and taste a little of the Froth of it, and should they drink deeper, Earth could not hold them, but they would grow drunk, and reel and stagger into Hell; but there they must for ever drink the very Dregs of that Cup of Trembling and Astonishment. And thou who now roarest and strugglest like a wild Bull in a Net, when God's Hand is only upon thee, what wilt thou do when thou shalt eternally fall into his Mighty ⟨p. 100⟩Hands? Thou now criest out of the Intolerableness of thy present Pain: but, alas, hadst thou but felt one gripe of the Torments of the Damned in Hell; had God and the Devil had but one blow apiece at thee, thou wouldst choose to live for ever here on Earth in the most exquisite Torture that could be devised, choose to bear the sharpest Paroxysms of the Stone or Gout, to be stretched upon the Rack, to lye broke upon the Wheel, to have thy Flesh plucked off by fiery Pincers; thou wouldst choose to suffer all these to all Eternity; yea and choose them too as Recreations and Divertissements rather than return again to that place of Torment; where not only the Eternity, but the Smart and Anguish of them, is infinite and unconceivable. ⟨p. 101⟩And as one Day in the Joys of Heaven is better than a thousand Days, nay than a thousand Years in all the impure and low Delights of Earth: So one Day in the Torments of Hell, is far worse than a thousand in the sharpest Miseries we can possibly endure in this Life.

Secondly, To the Wicked all the Troubles and Terrours which they here indure are nothing in comparison with what they must eternally suffer in Hell. They are now only sprinkled with a few drops of God's Wrath, but in Hell all his Waves shall go over them for ever. Here they do but sip a little of that Cup, and taste a little of the Froth of it, and should they drink deeper, Earth could not hold them, but they would grow drunk, and reel and stagger into Hell; but there they must for ever drink the very Dregs of that Cup of Trembling and Astonishment. And thou who now roarest and struglest like a wild Bull in a Net, when God's Hand is only upon thee, what wilt thou do when thou shalt eternally fall into his Mighty