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The chiefe of such whom here abhorr'd I view, He sought his wreake who came the world to save
Is he whose words as oracles were thought; What greater crime could all Hell's hosts conceive?
Who by two councelis did his king pursue,
Whose shame the one, whose life the other sought, They who of late did at poore suiters grudge,
Not wise, though wittie, false whil'st speaking true Yet for more rich men reasons could contrive,
When all his plots were to confusion brought:

(Though there were hope that gifts could calme this Who witnesse, partie, judge, and hangman too,

They naked are, and nothing have to give, (judge) Damn'd by himselfe, left now the lesse to doe.

O what strange furies in their bosomes lodge!

Who wish to dye, and yet of force must live: That great arch-patron of such cunning parts,

These who from others' plaints had barr'd their ears, Is back'd by many drawne from southerne climes, Smoke sighsin raine, and raine downe floudsofteares. Who first to tongues driv'd honestie from hearts, And bent to prosper card not by what crimes, The Florentine made famous by these arts,

Ye judges, ye who with a little breath

Can ruine fortunes, and disgrace inflict,
Hath tainted numbers even of moderne times :
Till subtilty is to such credit rais'a,

Yea, sit securely (whil'st denouncing death)

In lives (though pretious) as but toyes, not strict; That falshood (when call'u policy) is prais'd.

Ye must be judg'd, and in a time of wrath, Ah ! this of zeale the sacred ardour cools,

When Christ himselfe to justice doth addict:

To rigour fierce then give not rashly place,
And doth of atheists great abundance make,

For if you scape, it unely is by grace.
Philosophers, physitians, lights of schools,
First causes hunting, do the second take,
By learning ignorant, by wit made fools,

All those whom power doth arme and glory decke,
O how their knowledge makes them now to quake! Not onely are for their owne faults disprov'd,
Who wrong'd God's glory, and provok'd his wrath, But for all theirs whom they were bound to checke,
By forcing reason, and neglecting faith.

Yet where they ow'd just hate, not loath'd but lor'd:

His sonnes both kill'd, old Eli broke his necke, Who (nature's slaves, no grounds save hers would Whom he (though tax'd) not mended, nor retouch)


mov'd. Still studying th’ Earth, not wbat did Heaven con- “ Who punish may, and yet comport with sinne, They wish they had knowne more, else not so much, They lose themselves where they should others Had had no light, else judgment to discerne,

winne." Diagoras, Deinocritus, and such Voluptuous epicures, and stoicks sterne :

Some who would mocke the world, appearing pure, This narrow search which all their soules must sift, So with fraile colours frailty to disguise, No subtle wit by sophistry can shift.

Whil'st privately some person they procure

To execute the ill that they devise, Though to all those whom sinne hath made to sinke, Though (shadow'd thus) they dreame themselves (If pale repentance not by teares do purge)

secure, This court yeelds feares, even more then men can whil'st gaine to them, to others hate doth rise : thinke,

Who indirectly thus a fault commit,
Of all his laws when God a count doth urge,

Are found more guilty by dissembling it.
Yet chiefly they whose doomes made others shrinke,
If once accus'd, they cannot scape a scourge ;
Of such below who should his place supplie,

That Edomite in Hell's black depths involvid,
The Lord (as jealous) all the wayes doth try.

Whilst he revenge, else guerdon did attend,

Who even in church, the priests ore-throw resolvd, They who were judges judgment must attend, And at devotion mischiefe did intend : Whose hearts with conscience have no longer truce, (With Heaven and Earth at once all bands dissolrd) Whom bribes, hate, love, or other partiall end, Vile Doeg, dogge, both false to God, and friend: Did buy, wrest, bow, or any way seduce;

Though true his words, the sense was wrong apnex'd, No law, nor practick can them now defend; And now he finds what glose betrai'd the text. There is no hope this processe to reduce: His sentences whose words are all of weight, Those base informers who (by envy led) (Whence scarce pronounc'd) are executed straight. Three Hebrews' ruine did with fraud conspire,

Then was the fornace when with flames made red, He who to death did damne the Lord of life,

More fierce they finde the rage of sparkling ire, Vnhappy man how hatefull is his part !

And (neare that forme by which their eyes were fed) When griev'd in minde, and wamed by his wife,

They enter must, not be consum'd with fire: He wash'd his hands, but would not purge his heart, Yet differ thus, these scap't, not touch'd againe, Yet for lesse paine with some he stands at strife,

Where they must alwayes burne with endlesse paine. Who give wrong doomes, yet not so much as smart: But men to please since he the Lord contemn'd, He must be judg'd by him whom he condemn'd.

These leacherous iudges, infamie of age,

Who (for Susanna in an ambush plac'd) One's monstrous crimes with torments how to match, Did runne (enflam'd with a voluptuous rage) The devils do all concurre for vengeance great, And living snows (all freez'd with feare) embracd, Who (when at sacred food) did mischiefe hatch, Which treason did 'twixt two great straits engage, A traitor, theefe, apostate, and ingrate,

To sinne in secret, or to dye disgrac'd; Who made (when he his Lord to trap did watch) They curse their course which so impetuous prov'd, A kisse(though love's chiefe signe) the badge of bate; Twixt passions toss'd whil'st hating whom they lov'd.


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That froth of envy, bubble of base pride, He but in eares, such always asses be,
Who for one's cause a nation would ore-throw, Since still in toile from burdens never free.
His whole in hazard, or he would abide
The triviall want of an externall show;

Then avarice that painefull guide to paine,
Yet bad what he for others did provide,

With greater troupes no sinne triumphes in Hell, A rare example of vaine height brought low; What fettered captives charg'd with guilty gaine; Who of the man whom he did most disdaine, Prey of their prey, their wreake by winning tell? The bridle led, most abject of the trajne.

That glue of soules must them from Heaven re

straine, When sometime match'd by emulating strife, Who ti'd to it, on th’ Earth would always dwell: Black calumnie (swolne hate and envie's childe) Such jealous fooles, they not enjoy, though match, Damnes him with others (false records are rife) But build a nest where others are to hatch. By whom Apelles was from men exil'd, Who (aniinating colours) colour'd life,

Of all those hearts which this curst hag doth stitch, Till (by their eyes) men joy'd to be beguild: Though by the world they are detasted most, Whil'st drawn by him an admirable peece, Who are like him wbom stealing did bewitch, It (as a treasure) was engross'd in Greece.

With gold, and garments, tainting losua's host,

Yet many are by farre worse meanes made rich, No vice below fraughts Pluto with more spoils Who more doe sinne,yet of their sinne dare boast ; Than avarice, which nothing can controule; Theeves oft (like him with Christ) get life by death, (The heart with cares, the body tyr'd with toils) Where such are onely kept for endlesse wrath. Whil'st it (a tyrant) doth oppresse the soule, And all the buds of rising vertue foils,

They by their place who should all faults reToo grosly base, and miserably foule ;

dresse, Then it can never' scape a generall hate,

And guard the weake against encroaching wrong, Which one to found would ruine every state. If of their greatnesse they the ground transgresse,

(As for inflicting barme made only strong) Not onely wretches all the world would wrong, Though they a space by power the poore oppresse, But even themselves defraud of what is due; O! they shall find with griefe ere it be long, From all their treasures travellid for so long, How much it had imported to their state, Which they but owe, not use, not owe, but view, That they had striv'd to be more good then great. Them fortune oft, death still to part is strong, Who of all sinners have most cause to rue: (gaine, Thou who rais’d high, should'st helpe the humble They lose themselves that doubtfull heires may sort, The pleasures want of sinne, have but the paine. Yet, whilst thy pride all law and reason foiles,

The entrailes, yea, their marrow dost extort, By misery to finde his folly mov’d,

Bath'd by their sweat, annointed with their toiles, When fortune's dreames were vanish'd all away, Dost urge more then they owe, or can support, That Lydian king who Solon's speech approv'd, Deare is thy state when purchas'd by such spoiles; Did clearly tell how greatnesse did betray, Though theft be much detasted at this time, And highly loath'd what he too much had lov'd; Oppression then shall prove the greater crime. Thoughts which for treasures, no, for trifles stray : What even when pleasant he did then disdaine, He who inferiours thus to ruine brings, O how he hates it now when cause of paine ! Who neither may resist nor dare complaine,

Though lawes approve, and custome cloke such That Roman who but such did rich esteeme,

things, As furnish might an hoast, yet want not feare,

His course at last doth all unmask'd remaine; When bis sonne's head (whose hopes so great did who late were lords, and kept a court like kings, seeme)

Of them whome once they ruld no vantage gaine; With horrour crowu'd a bragging Parthian's speare, No bragges, nor bribes, no care nor friendship

aides. Then all bis wealth could not himselfe redeeme, The judge in wrath with frownes their faults upKill'd oft ere dead, barbarians scoffes to beare;

braids. Thus he who long below so rich did dwell, Robid fortune, fame, and life, went poore to Hell. Though lofty tyrants first much mischiefe breed,

Their ravenous course whilst nothing can appease, She whose base mind they whom it pleas'd did scorne, Yet others are who on their fall doe feed, (Vile avarice so poison'd had her heart) (borne, Whom so to humble it the Lord doth please, Whilst charg'd with all which foes left armes had Whose summes for interest principalls exceed, Did nothing get, yet they too much impart, A cosening fayour, ruining with ease; The words were kept, but pot the sence was sworne,

But Christ at last a iubilee doth sound, The which, (though their deceit) was her desart; His free from bands, who did them bind, are bound. But thongh that monstrous weight bruis'd all her A greater now doth crush her all at once. [bones, Then robbers, theeves, oppressours, usurers there,

One sort at least the Lord farre more doth hate, Of bim whose touch made gold, when rich at will, Ilis temple spoiling, who himselfe not spare, That ancient tale each miser's state hath showne, Take what zeale gave, the fat of offerings eate, Who steale from others, rob themselves poore still, What was allow'd the Levites for their share, As borne to envy wealth, though even their owne; Prophanely us’d to found a private state : Gold did his chests, but not his stomack fill, They must thinke God lesse then the Devill to be, Starv'd by abundance, by his wish ore-throwne;

Who thousapds kill'd to keepe his altars free, VOL. V.


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What leader weight the soules of them doth lode, Since, like their Lord, they needs would fall from (Like those in waters, bubbles but of breath,)

light, With words outragious, who contest with God, With him darke dungeons they deserve of right. Though oft even here made spectacles of wrath, By ruine's axe, not by correction's rod,

The man most mark'd amidst this damned traine, But'are for ever tortar'd after death :

Whose foule defection numbers did annoy, What they must suffer cannot be devis'd,

Is he from schooles who Christians did restraine, When judg’d by him whom they so long despis’d. By ignorance the truth bent to destroy;

With him (well match'd) bis master doth remaioe, He thundring vaunts, who did his pride proclaime, Who fondly did too deepe a wit imploy: And bright with brasse, like Rhodes' great statue Vile Porphyry, how wretched is thy state, shind,

Who bought thy learning at too deare a rate? With launce more grosse then any weaver's beame, The masse most monstrous of the gyant's kinde, Yet even then these, whosz falles were marked most, Whil'st braving God, by seeking Israel's shame, A number now are farre more guilty found, He first amaz'd, then fiil'd with feare each minde: These but themselves, they many thousands lost; An oxe in strength, and death, lesse in the last, These seene were shunn'd, they seeming friends did A small stone felld hiin which a boy did cast.


And where made captaines, did betray the bost, That moving mount of earth with others dread, Not forward march'd, did but the trumpet sound : Who(trusting their owne strength) did God despise; Such teachers false, high indignation move, That king of Bashan (from his iron bed)

Who, plac'd for lampes, did rockes of ruine prove. Who to oppugne God's people did arise; Some who, like wolves, with Alesh of men were fed, They (whilst their faith for worldly causes faints) As he whose eye Vlysses did surprise : (restraines, who were made shepheards, do undoe their sheep, Though huge, they quake, whil'st feare their pride Religion's casks, church dregges, dissembled saints, And with their strength, proportion'd are their paines. Where trusted watch-men who fall first asleep;

( with what palenesse feare their faces paints, With those who rail'd on God with horrour nam'd, for loosing them whom they were bound to keep! Stands Rabsache, whose breath the ayre defild, Such pastors now stand for all those dismaid, And one who answer'd was when he exclaim'd, By their example, or neglect, who straid. Tell of the carpenter what doth the childe, That he for him a fatall coffin framd,

He (even as spurning at a wall of brasse) Whom death soone seizing from the world exil'd: Who (though God's priest) his people would misguid, Such did pursue, where nothing could be wonne, Where bound to blesse, who there to curse did passe, Like foolish dogges that barke against the Sunne. Seem'd to consult, yet God to tempt but tri’d,

Who forc'd (when left) him to obey his asse, There Christ must make that barbarous king afraid, Then it more grosse which first the angel spi’d; From whose fierce rage for him, babes were not free, Deare proves his counsell when their plaints begin, That with just scorne, the great Angustus laid, Whom be by beauty did betray to sinne. It better was his sow then sonne to be : One durst God's praise usurpe, till quite dismaid, With Balaam now this age a troupe doth match, Hisflattering troupes a judgment rare did see, [sum'd, Who (flattering Sirens) some with pleasure charme, Whil'st him who, swolne with pride, so much pre- Whilst they like tradesmen do their také disA loathsome death by meanes most vile consum'd. patch,

Since neither hot, nor cold, spu'd forth luke-warme, Great is the wrath which doth all them pursue, Whose scandalous life choaks what their words de That from the sabbath did profanely stray,

hatch; Gave man too much, to God not what was due, What profit precepts, whil'st examples harme? Where all was ow'd, who nothing would repay ; “ Of tainted fountains all do flie the streames : Whose course ingrate, oft guerdon'd thus we view, As bright the Sunne, most pure are all his beames. Their years are curs’d, who scorn'd to keep one day: Nor doth his rage lesse flames against them raise, What great perfection can theologues reach, Who seeke by it their sport, and not his praise. Who learne their science as an art to gaine,

And, farre from practice, onely strive to preach? Of those the griefe no soule save theirs conceives, Such wanting salt would season soules in vaine, Who parents scorne, like nothing but their states; In actions earthly, spirituall but in speech, By Cham's eternall curse, who not perceives Who buy promotions, sell Heaven's goods againe: How much the Lord rebellious children hates ? Their money curs'd, detasted may they dye, Since all his race (hereditary slaves)

Who, what none value can, would basely buy. Are sold like beasts, and at more easie rates : A monstrous merchandise, unnaturall gaine, There are some priests whom foolish pride made But thirst of gold, what dost thou not constraine?


(Like Isis' asse whose burden was ador'd) Those soules which once enlightned were with grace, Who of their parts too great opinion have, Yet in Heaven's way abandon'd had their guide, And more affect than reason can afford; This present world (like Demas) to embrace, Where humblenesse her chiefe abode should bare, Yea, worse, did fiercely fall, not weakely slide, A baughty minde must justly be abhorr'd; What fooles were they, who did give over their race, Vile avarice, and pride, from Heaven accurst, For falsevesse, faintnesse, or preposterous pride? In all are ill, but in a church-man worst.

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Sinne sinfull still, and vice is vile in all,

And when they once abandon'd had the light, But most abhorr'd by guides of soules when done, Thought all the world was wrong, they onely right Whose faults seeme ugly, though they be but small, As stains in crystall, darknesse in the Moone; These viprous broods whose course no reason rain'd, They when they stumble make a number fall; Did when first borne their mother's belly teare, Where laws scarce urge, example leads us soone; Bred by contention, and by bloud maintain'd, Woe to those shepheards who their flocks betray, Who rent the church, pretending it to reare, Whose trusted steps make all their followers stray. Then, with themselves, all who would trust them

stain'd, Next comes a company then these more bad, And them to Hell led headlong by the eare: Who in some sort made etninent to be,

But who for patrons prais'd such once as saints, Did poyson draw, where others honey had, They curse them now with multipli'd complaints. Blinde by sinne's beams who could it selfe not see, By curiousnesse grown grosse, by learning mad, Of all the gifts that garnish mortals here, Where Adam rob'd the fruits, who rent the tree: Though for perfection learning most imparts, Confusion's slaves, whose course all union wrongs, And to the deity draws her followers neare, They part men's hearts, where Babel but the tongues. Scarce lesse then angels, more then men for parts,

Yet their accounts some scholars worst can cleare, Those soule's impostours, rocks of ruine borne, Who lodg'd their knowledge in corrupted hearts: Who what they fancied did too much esteeme, Whil'st lengthning life by memorable lines, And of religion beld true grounds in scorne, In spite of death extending bad designes. By strange opinions singular to seeme; They who the churchdid teare, their hearts are torne, Ah, of that tronpe who can the torments dreame, Whose spirituall errours nothing could redeeme; Of all Hell's hosts which with most horrour howls, Then all those atheists who the light deny'd The scorne of knowledge, and the Muse's shame, Strai'd hereticks are more pernicious try'd.

Who with vaine pleasures do empoyson soules,

And (reaching ruine) whilst they toile for fame, Their vaine divisions have much mischiefe wrought, Do vomit volumes of contagious scrouls,

(take) Christ's coat still torne, for lots (yet question'd) set, which bent for glory (though vaine thoughts they The figures literall, letters figures thought, Do but their sinnes, not thein immortall make? Whilst forging reasons, they the sense forget, And catching all within their compasse brought, When dead to sinne, to ruine from the grave, Like poysnous spiders fram'd in aiery net; Though hid in th' earth infecting still the ayre ! Yet that the world might spie their damned state, What greater mischiefe could the Devill conceive, Still jarr'd amongst themselves, did others hate. Then like himselfe make men? wbat authors rare?

That they with life can wickedness not leave, None gives religion a more dangerous wound, Whil'st bounding in one place, ore all a snare, (of which firme union is a certaine signe) [found, That course doth never end which they begin : Then schismatics, whose dreames would truth con- Death but their dayes, scarce doomsday bounds And do divide what faith should fast combine,

their sinne.
When learned doctors do dispute the grond,
How can weake vulgars but from light decline? Of each divine who thoughts to time commits,
Whil'st parts are question'd all the whole in doubt, (Whilst coseningconscience)racking reason's bounds,
First heresie, then atheisme doth burst out. With subtle logicke intricating wits,

(Sophisticating truth) which faith confounds,
Whil'st false conceptions do abuse the braine, Whose aguous fancies with infective fits,
Oft monstrous broods have all the world appall’d, The world abus’d, abusing sacred grounds;
Even when apostles did themselves explaine,

Their writs which (wresting words) much mischiefe Some strangely strai’d, yet scorn'd to be recall’d,

wrought, Whil'st grosly subtle, learnedly prophane,

To damne the author are in judgment brought. To sp’rituall bondage voluntarily thrall’d: Instruction loath'd, they shamelesse in offence, Of these brave spirits (neglecting vulgar dates) of living authors did pervert the sense.

The tongues of time, interpreting the dead,

Who entertaine intelligence 'twixt states Ere from men's mindes the gospel's purenesse past, By registring all what was famous made, That vaunting sect which holy lohn did bate, Of them I heare too many curse their fates, With drunkards sober, liv'd with wantons chast, (When trusted guides) who others wrong did leade; And bragg'd by strength temptations to abate, And partially a lye for truth gave forth, Till falne by standing, them their strength did cast, To colour vice, or derogate from worth. Whil'st stumbling blocks had fram’d for sinne a bait: Then faults they fled farre greater did them staine, And therefore, Muse, thy purenesse do not spill, Presumption devillish, weaknesse is humane. (Though griefe do make thee passionate to prove)

Loath them to taxe whom tbou do'st reverence still, Prom fountains pure what tainted streames did fall, But passe not publicke wrongs for private love, By which

made drunke huge troups strange dreames And whil'st such faults all minds with feare do fill, conceiv'd,

This them who live to change their course may Nestorians, Arrians to grosse errours thrall,

move; The Montaoists and Donatists deceiv'd ;

Ah,that Heaven's lampe might still directourwayes, The Manichæans, and Pelagians all,

Whom starres should crowne, and not terrestrial With millions else wbo admirably rard :


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That sweet Mæonian, minion of each minde, Whilst always drunke they from no fault were Who first (creating fame) with time contract'd,

free, Then where he pleas'd, for favour it assign'd, Till last by beggery that they bounded be. Made gods and men, till what he fain'd seem'd act'd,

Though base, not pass'd even beggars here are All ey'd within, of force without quite blinde,

rife, Whose contemplation never was distract'd; Who with procur’d or counterfeited sores, Seven townes in vaine would hide him in their Tbat they might live, did lose all use of life, ground,

Not entring churches, begg'd but at the doores, Whom all the world not at this time can bound. Urg'd charity, and yet were still at strife,

By hand who belps them, them in heart abhorrs: Ah! this blinde guide made numbers walke astray, The sinks of sinne, as poore in soules, as state.

Adultrers, theeves, blasphemers, and ingrate,
By dreams and fables forcing them to fall,
Who now in darknesse do detaste the day,

Now mustring pride, no pompe, nor power protects,
And him (as chiefe) most tortur'd of them all;
The Devill could never purchase such a prey,

Whilst none so great as dares (when dama'd)

reply, As those rare sprits, when once to him made

Nor none so low whom this great Iudge neglects, tbrall,

Life's strict accounts when coine in wrath to try ; Since they to Hell made many thousands rinne,

Contempt, nor reverence, worke po such effects: With pleasant colours, masking ugly sinne.

Mysts,whence they rose returu’d, vaine vapours dge:

For state or birth, all duties due time frees, Ye dainty wits, admir'd for rich conceits,

(Save parting paines) no difference iu degrees. Which (Heaven's chiefe sparks) should mortals farre transcend,

Not onely soules for deeds are damn'd to fire, For beauties fraile which time with moments dates, | Whose witness'd wrongs were from all colours free, Eternal treasures do not fondly spend;

But even intentions, wishes, and desire, Tbinke of those angels (forfeiting their states) Which (though none else) yet God himselfe did see; Who from light's height to darknesse did descend: The heart advanc'd, what member can retire ? Rise, rise (bright souls, and for true glory strive, The author it, the rest but actors be: Ere here dissolv'd we may at Heaven arrive. These bent for ill, whom casuall lets did bound,

Then some who acted are more guilty found. Though these great minds by Satan soone were

Not onely now all these to paine must part, snar'd,

Whom harmfull deeds well witness'd do accuse, As pride, ambition, vanity, revenge,

And who not seene (corrupted in the heart) Of loftie thoughts the small repose impair'd,

Were big with thoughts which Satan did infuse: Which forcing fame engendred monsters strange; No, no, with them a number more must smart, Huge numbers are (base if with those compar'd) Who actd, or aym'd much ill, and borne for This judgment generall all to triall brings,

Who had more treasure then they daign'd to use: change.

Both for committed and omitted things. By divers wayes to severall sinnes were led, Which all by drinke or avarice were bred. These wealthie ones, whose steps the poore did

trace, Of many merchants none is then accus'd,

Not help'd, not mark'd, not seene from such a heigbt; Por ten-fold gaines (as partiall spite informes) These who bad power, and eminent in place, That by their hazards justly is excus'd,

Yet had no pitty when support they might; Both day and night since toss'd by many stormes; These who had knowledge, and some seeds of grace, They onely smart who have the world abus'd, Yet would with none communicate their light: Whil'st seeking substance, fraudfull in the formes; Woe, woe to them with whom God ventred most, False weights and measures do procure their paine, Whose talents hid (since not encreas'd) were lost. Not for how much, but by what meanes they gaine.

They who by riches nought save pleasure sought,

And griev'd for nothing but when forc'd to dye, There artizans (for too much art convict'd) To Heaven (poore soules) as hardly can be brought, Who falsifi'd the trade that they profess'd,

As cable-ropes come through a needle eye: For abject lucre to foule fraud addict'd,

O what huge hosts even more than can be thought, In forme, or matter, trusted grounds transgress'd, With shaking joints and chattering teeth I spie! Not fearing shame, nor what could be inflict'd, What fertile ages brought so many forth? So for the time they some sınall gaines possess'd: Yet most in number are the least in worth. And when once tax’d, as quite estrang'd from troth, Of minde to purge, they damo'd themselves by Hell's ways are large, Heaven's strict, I would oath.


But words are weake to show what I conceive; Of this base sort another squadron stands,

The squadrons damn'd so high a horrour breed, Which others lesse, but more themselves did wrong, To look on them that I of force must leave; Who by their belly did exhaust their hands, My Muse, which melts with griefe,doth comfort need, Then they to gaine, a masse to waste more strong, which, save from Heaven, I no where else can bave: Who still contentious (staines to civill lands) Lord, cleare mine eyes, and let me see that band, To all disorders did confus’dly throng:

(The world all conquer'd) which in triumph stand.

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