With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, Confusion worse confounded.
Pleas'd me, long choosing and beginning late.
Farewell Hope, and with Hope farewell Fear
To many a youth and many a maid, dancing in the chequer'd shade.
Death from sin no power can separate.
Nor aught availed him now to have built in heaven high towers; nor did he scrape by all his engines, but was headlong sent with his industrious crew to build in hell.