But say I could repent and could obtained Act of Grace my former state: how soon would high real high thoughts; how soon unsay what feign'd submission swore: ease would recant vows made in pain, as violent and void. For never can true reconsignment grow where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep:which would but lead me to a worse relapse and heavier fall: so should I purchase cleave short intermission bought with double smart:This knows my punisher; therefore as far from granting here, as I from begging peace:All hope excluded thus, behold in stead of us out-cast, evil'd, his new delight, Mankind created, and for his this World. So farewell Hope, and with Hope barrel Fear, Farewel Remorse: all Good to me is lost.