"And so dost think to fill the Abiss below / Quite full of Females, hoping there may be / No room for souls big with Vice as thee."
— Egerton [née Fyge; other married name Field], Sarah (1670-1723)
Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Printed by H. C. for John Taylor
Date
1686
Metaphor
"And so dost think to fill the Abiss below / Quite full of Females, hoping there may be / No room for souls big with Vice as thee."
Metaphor in Context
But hold I think I should be silent now,
Because a Womans Soul you do allow.
But had vve none you'd say vve had, else you
Could never damn us at the rate you do.
What dost thou think thou hast priviledge given,
That those whom thou dost bless shall mount to heaven,
And those thou cursest unto hell must go.
And so dost think to fill the Abiss below
Quite full of Females, hoping there may be
No room for souls big with Vice as thee.
But if that thou with such vain hopes should'st dye
I'th fluid Air, thou must not think to fly,
Or enter into heaven, thy weight of Sin
Would crush the damn'd, and so thoud'st enter in.
But hold, I am uncharitable here,
Thou may'st repent, tho' that's a thing I fear.
But if thou should'st repent, why then again
It would at best but mitigate thy pain,
Because thou hast been vile to that degree,
That thy repentance must eternal be.
For wert thou guilty of no other crime
Than what thou lateley puttest into Rhime,
Why that without other offences given,
Were enough to shut the gate of Heaven.
But when togethers put all thou do,
It will not only shut but bar it too.
Because a Womans Soul you do allow.
But had vve none you'd say vve had, else you
Could never damn us at the rate you do.
What dost thou think thou hast priviledge given,
That those whom thou dost bless shall mount to heaven,
And those thou cursest unto hell must go.
And so dost think to fill the Abiss below
Quite full of Females, hoping there may be
No room for souls big with Vice as thee.
But if that thou with such vain hopes should'st dye
I'th fluid Air, thou must not think to fly,
Or enter into heaven, thy weight of Sin
Would crush the damn'd, and so thoud'st enter in.
But hold, I am uncharitable here,
Thou may'st repent, tho' that's a thing I fear.
But if thou should'st repent, why then again
It would at best but mitigate thy pain,
Because thou hast been vile to that degree,
That thy repentance must eternal be.
For wert thou guilty of no other crime
Than what thou lateley puttest into Rhime,
Why that without other offences given,
Were enough to shut the gate of Heaven.
But when togethers put all thou do,
It will not only shut but bar it too.
Categories
Provenance
Searching "soul" in HDIS (Poetry)
Date of Entry
10/18/2010
