Woe, Woe, Woe to the Inhabiters of the Earth.
Revelationsviii. 13.
All in whose Nostrils was the Breath of Life, of all that was in the dry Land, died.
Genesisvii. 22.
Woe, grievous Woe, to all who nowIn this vile World abide;For Times await you big with Grief,And every Ill beside.Though now to you a plenteous ShareOf Fortune’s Gifts may fall,Pale Death will be, or soon or late,A Visitant to all.
Woe, grievous Woe, to all who nowIn this vile World abide;For Times await you big with Grief,And every Ill beside.Though now to you a plenteous ShareOf Fortune’s Gifts may fall,Pale Death will be, or soon or late,A Visitant to all.
Woe, grievous Woe, to all who nowIn this vile World abide;For Times await you big with Grief,And every Ill beside.
Woe, grievous Woe, to all who now
In this vile World abide;
For Times await you big with Grief,
And every Ill beside.
Though now to you a plenteous ShareOf Fortune’s Gifts may fall,Pale Death will be, or soon or late,A Visitant to all.
Though now to you a plenteous Share
Of Fortune’s Gifts may fall,
Pale Death will be, or soon or late,
A Visitant to all.