...the ufurer Is forc'd to fup whole draughts of molten gold ; There is the murtherer for ever ftabb'd, Yet can he never die ; there lies the wanton On racks of burning fteel, while in his foul He feels the torment of his raging luft. There ftand thofe wretched things,...

...and adders; there is burning oil Pour'd down the drunkard's throat; the usurer Is forc'd to sup whole draughts of molten gold ; There is the murderer for...his soul He feels the torment of his raging lust. Ann. Mercy ! oh mercy ! • Friar. There stand these wretched things, Who have dream'd out whole years...

...adders ; there is burning oil Pour'd down the drunkard's throat ; the usurer Is forc'd to- sup whole draughts of molten gold; There is the murderer for...his soul He feels the torment of his raging lust. jfrtn. Mercy! oh mercy ! Friar. There stand these wretched things, Who have dream'd out whole years...

...adders ; there is burning oil Pour'd down the drunkard's throat ; the usurer Is forc'd to sup whole draughts of molten gold ; There is the murderer for...in his soul He feels the torment of his raging lust '. Ann. Mercy ! oh mercy ! Friar. There stand these wretched things, Who have dream'd out whole years...

...adders; there is burning oil Pour'd down the drunkard's throat ; the usurer Is forc'd to sup whole draughts of molten gold; There is the murderer for...his soul He feels the torment of his raging lust. Ann. Mercy ! oh mercy ! Friar. There stand these wretched things, Who have dream'd out whole years...

...sap whole draughts of molten go/rf; There is the murderer for ever stabb'd, Yet he can never die j there lies the wanton On racks of burning steel, whilst...his soul He feels the torment of his raging lust. '77s Pity she's a Whore. I wrote this passage when very young, and the idea, trite as it is, was new...

...and adders: there is burning oil Pour'd down the drunkard's throat, the usurer II forced to sup whole draughts of molten gold; There is the murderer for ever stabb'd, Yet he can never die; there lies the wanton On racks of burning steel, whilst in his soul He feels the...

...Pour'd down the drunkard's throat; the usurer Is forced to sup whole draughts of molten gold; These is the murderer for ever stabb'd, Yet can he never die ; there lies the wanton On neks of burning steel, whilst in his soul lie feels the torment of his raging lust. [Mercy ! oh, mercy...

...deaths ; there is burning oil Pour'd down the drunkard's throat ; the usurer If forced to sup whole draughts of molten gold; There is the murderer for...his soul He feels the torment of his raging lust. [Mercy ! oh, mercy !] There stand those wretched things, Who have dreamed out whole years in law* less...

...adders ; there is burning oil Pour'd down the drunkard's throat ; the usurer Is forc'd to sup whole draughts of molten gold ; There is the murderer for...his soul He feels the torment of his raging lust. Ann. Mercy ! oh mercy ! Friar. There stand these wretched things, Who have dream'd out whole years...