For Hell and the foul fiend that rules
Gods everlasting fiery jails
Devised by rogues dreaded by fools
With his grim grisly dog that keeps the door
Are senseless stories idle tales
Dreams whimseys and no more.
John Wilmot
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How blest was the created state
Of man and woman ere they fell
Compared to our unhappy fate
We need not fear another hell.
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Then Old Age and Experience, hand in hand, Lead him to death, and make him understand, After a search so painful and so long, That all his life he has been in the wrong.
- John Wilmot