Of his conversion

Away feare with thy projectes, noe false fyre
which thou doest make, can ought my courage quaile
or cause mee leward come, or strike my sayle;
what if the world doe frowne att my retyre,
what if denyall dash my wish’d desire
and purblind pitty doe my state bewaile
and wonder cross it selfe, and free speech raile
and greatnes take it not, and death shew nigher?
Tell them, my Soule, the feares that make mee quake:
the smouldering brimstone, and the burning lake,
life feeding Death, Death ever life devowring,
tormentes not moved, unheard, yett still roaring,
God lost, hell fownd: ever, never begune:
now bidd mee into flame from smoake to runne.

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William Alabaster (1568-1640)

Unpublished Works by William Alabaster (1568-1640); Poetry Salzburg, Salzburg; ISBN 3705201085