Verse 1
The smoke alas, must still ascend,
And never will their torment end,
No respite can the damn’d obtain
No interval of rest from pain:
Millions of years shall pass away,
Nor shorten the eternal day,
While still in blasphemies they own
Their punishment but just begun.

Verse 2
Vain, wretched man, whose fond desire
Would quench the everlasting fire,
Or teach it will not always last
After a course of eons [ages] past;
O mayst thou never, never know
The dark abyss of endless woe,
Or in its literal strictness feel
The truth of an eternal hell.