Captives bound in chains, made free by Christ their surety

that thou shouldst be such a very fool to buy short and fading pleasures, at so dear a rate as to suffer for them such lasting pains; but when I do consider these torments are not for certain years, but for eternity; here I am in flames, in restless scorching flames, and which is worse, here I must for ever be, there is no end, there is no end; woe is me, there is no end; if I weep, my tears cannot quench these flames, do not put out this fire, they are but like the water which the Smith casteth on his fire, that makes it burn so much the more; I weep but the fire burns; Oh let me call to all this damned crew, to all this cursed company of damned Captives, Weep, Weep, Weep, abundantly, come and try, you would not weep out your sins, come and let us try if we can weep out these flames. Weep! so we do, so we have these thousand years, and ⟨p. 31⟩yet our tears do not put out these flames. Oh then there is no hope, there is no hope; Oh to think of this there is no hope, saith Conscience, makes me to cry out of thy folly and thy madness, that would be a servant and a slave unto the Devil and thy flesh, for which now thou art tormented in these flames; thou drunkest hard to come unto this place, thou swearest hard to come unto these torments. Oh how didst thou labour to undo thy self! How didst thou daily work in the service of the Devil, and thy lusts! and thou art thus rewarded for thy pains. Now thou feelest what Ministers did often tell thee; now thou findest what God did declare, that the wages of sin is death. Sin was thy work, Hell is thy Wages. This this is the fruit of thy doings; this is the place of misery which the Devil and thy Sin hath led thee captive to; and while thou and I live (saith Conscience) I must be putting thee in remembrance, that thy sin, and thy own doings have brought thee to this place. Thus you see what hard wages these Captives will receive for all the service (as the Devils bond-slaves they do here) remaining captives to him.

that thou shouldst be such a very fool to buy short and fading pleasures, at so dear a rate as to suffer for them such lasting pains; but when I do consider these torments are not for certain years, but for eternity; here I am in flames, in restless scorching flames, and which is worse, here I must for ever be, there is no end, there is no end; wo is me, there is no end; if I weep, my tears cannot quench these flames, do not put out this fire, they are but like the water which the Smith casteth on his fire, that makes it burn so much the more; I weep but the fire burns; Oh let me call to all this damned crew, to all this cursed company of damned Captives, Weep, Weep, Weep, abundantly, come and try, you would not weep out your sins, come and let us try if we can weep out these flames. Weep! so we do, so we have these thousand years, and