Hell.

Hell is the place where whipping-cheer abounds,
But no one jailer there to wash the wounds.

Robert Herrick

Robert Herrick was a 17th-century English lyric poet and cleric. He is known for his book of poems, "Hesperides," which includes the carpe diem poem "To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time." His works are noted for their clarity, simplicity, and musical quality. Herrick was also a vicar of Dean Prior in Devon, despite being ejected during the English Civil War and later reinstated.

Robert Herrick

The Star-Song: A Carol To The King Sung At Whitehall.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

To His Honoured And Most Ingenious Friend Mr. Charles Cotton

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

Suffer That Thou Canst Not Shift.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

To Man Without Money

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

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Hell.

Hell is no other but a soundless pit,
Where no one beam of comfort peeps in it.

Robert Herrick

Hell Fire.

One only fire has hell; but yet it shall
Not after one sort there excruciate all:
But look, how each transgressor onward went
Boldly in sin, shall feel more punishment.

Robert Herrick

Hell Fire.

The fire of hell this strange condition hath,
To burn, not shine, as learned Basil saith.

Robert Herrick

Whips.

God has His whips here to a twofold end:
The bad to punish, and the good t' amend.

Robert Herrick

God's Pardon.

When I shall sin, pardon my trespass here;
For once in hell, none knows remission there.

Robert Herrick

On Heaven.

Permit mine eyes to see
Part, or the whole of Thee,
O happy place!
Where all have grace,
And garlands shar'd,
For their reward;
Where each chaste soul
In long white stole,
And palms in hand,
Do ravish'd stand;
So in a ring,
The praises sing
Of Three in One
That fill the Throne;
While harps and viols then
To voices say, Amen.

Robert Herrick