The Thunders of Judgment and Wrath are numbered and are harboured in the North, in the likenes of an
Oak whose branches are 22 nests of lamentation and Weeping laid up for the
earth: which burn night and day, and vomit out the heads of scorpions and live
Sulphur mingled with poison. These be the thunders that, 5678 times in the
twenty-fourth part of a moment, roar with a hundred mighty earthquakes and a
thousand times as many surges, which rest not, neither know any* time here. One rock bringeth
forth a thousand, even as the heart of man doth his thoughts. Woe! Woe! Woe!
Woe! Woe! Woe! Yea, Woe be to the Earth, for her iniquity is, was, and shall be
great. Come away! but not your mighty sounds!