Classic Poem

I grieve and wonder so great pain
You should from one small tooth sustaine,
That you can neither eate nor drink,
Nor all the night scarce sleep a wink;
Yet to your comfort, this I'll say,
That to hell pains 'tis but a toy,
A pleasure, if compar'd it were
To what the damnèd suffer there.
If in one tooth such anguish lies,
What torments from that fire arise!
This in a night or two is past,
But that doth infinitely last:
In this one member akes, no more,
In that, all members o're and o're:
In this, the body doth but smart,
In that, the soul too bears her part.
Think then that this is all the hell
Which you shal feele, and you are wel.