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Stout Courages, (whose hardiness   could Death and Hell outface,) Are you as bold, now you behold   your Judge draw near apace? They cry, “No, no, Alas! and woe!   our courage all is gone: Our hardiness (fool hardiness)   hath us undone, undone!“

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No heart so bold, but now grows cold,   and almost dead with fear; No eye so dry but now can cry,   and pour out many a tear. Earth’s Potentates and pow’rful States,   Captains and Men of Might, Are quite abasht, their courage dasht,   at this most dreadful sight.

XI. [9] Mean men lament, great men do rent   their Robes, and tear their hair; They do not spare their flesh to tear   through horrible despair. All kindreds wail; all hearts do fail;   Horror the World doth fill With weeping eyes and loud out-cries,   yet knows not how to kill.

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Some hide themselves in Caves and Delves,   in places under ground: Some rashly leap into the Deep,   to ’scape by being drown’d: Some to the Rocks (O senseless blocks!)   and woody mountains run. That there they might this fearful sight,   and dreaded Presence shun.