Order and disorder, or, The world made and undone being meditations upon the creation and the fall : as it is recorded in the beginning of Genesis.
Apsley, Allen, Sir, 1616-1683.
1679
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Order and disorder, or, The world made and undone being meditations upon the creation and the fall : as it is recorded in the beginning of Genesis.
Apsley, Allen, Sir, 1616-1683.
[7], 78 p.
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London :
1679.
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9.
ROG
.
L'ESTRANGE
.
Order
and
Disorder
:
OR
,
THE
WORLD
MADE
AND
UNDONE
.
BEING
MEDITATIONS
UPON
THE
CREATION
and
the
FALL
;
As
it
is
recorded
in
the
beginning
of
GENESIS
.
LONDON
,
Printed
by
Margaret
White
for
Henry
Mortlock
at
the
Phoenix
in
St.
Paul's
Church-yard
,
and
at
the
White
Hart
in
Westminster
Hall.
1679.
The
PREFACE
.
THese
Meditations
were
not
at
first
design'd
for
publick
view
,
but
fix'd
upon
to
reclaim
a
busie
roving
thought
from
wandring
in
the
pernicious
and
perplexed
maze
of
humane
inventions
;
whereinto
the
vain
curiosity
of
youth
had
drawn
me
to
consider
and
translate
the
account
some
old
Poets
and
Philosophers
give
of
the
original
of
things
:
which
though
I
found
it
,
blasphemously
against
God
,
and
bruitishly
below
the
reason
of
a
man
,
set
forth
by
some
,
erroniously
,
imperfectly
,
and
uncertainly
,
by
the
best
;
yet
had
it
fill'd
my
brain
with
such
foolish
fancies
,
that
I
found
it
necessary
to
have
recourse
to
the
fountain
of
Truth
,
to
wash
out
all
ugly
wild
impressions
,
and
fortifie
my
mind
with
a
strong
antidote
against
all
the
poyson
of
humane
Wit
and
Wisdome
that
I
had
been
dabling
withal
.
And
this
effect
I
found
;
For
comparing
that
revelation
,
God
gives
of
himself
and
his
operations
,
in
his
Word
,
with
what
the
wisest
of
mankind
,
who
only
walk'd
in
the
dim
light
of
corrupted
nature
and
defective
Traditions
,
could
with
all
their
industry
trace
out
,
or
invent
;
I
found
it
so
transcendently
excelling
all
that
was
humane
,
so
much
above
our
narrow
reason
,
and
yet
so
agreeable
to
it
being
rectified
,
that
I
disdained
the
Wisdome
fools
so
much
admire
themselves
for
;
and
as
I
found
Icould
know
nothing
but
what
God
taught
me
,
so
I
resolv'd
never
to
search
after
any
knowledge
of
him
and
his
productions
,
but
what
he
himself
hath
given
forth
.
Those
that
will
be
wise
above
what
is
written
,
may
hug
their
Philosophical
clouds
,
but
let
them
take
heed
they
find
not
themselves
without
God
in
the
world
,
adoring
figments
of
their
own
brains
,
instead
of
the
living
and
true
God.
Lest
that
arrive
by
misadventure
,
which
never
shall
by
my
consent
,
that
any
of
the
pudled
water
,
my
wanton
youth
drew
from
the
prophane
Helicon
of
ancient
Poets
,
should
be
sprinkled
about
the
world
,
I
have
for
prevention
sent
forth
this
Essay
;
with
a
Profession
that
I
disclaim
all
doctrines
of
God
and
his
works
,
but
what
I
learn
out
of
his
own
word
,
and
have
experienc'd
it
to
be
a
very
unsafe
and
unprofitable
thing
for
those
that
are
young
,
before
their
faith
be
fixed
,
to
exercise
themselves
in
the
study
of
vain
,
foolish
,
atheistical
Poesie
.
It
is
a
miracle
of
grace
and
mercy
,
if
such
be
not
depriv'd
of
the
light
of
Truth
,
who
having
shut
their
eyes
against
that
Sun
,
have
,
instead
of
looking
up
to
it
,
hunted
gloworms
in
the
ditch
bottoms
.
It
is
a
misery
I
cannot
but
bewail
,
that
when
we
are
young
,
whereas
the
lovely
characters
of
Truth
should
be
imprest
upon
the
tender
mind
and
memory
,
they
are
so
fill'd
up
with
ridiculous
lies
,
that
't
is
the
greatest
business
of
our
lives
,
assoon
as
ever
we
come
to
be
serious
,
to
cleanse
out
all
the
rubbish
,
our
grave
Tutors
laid
in
when
they
taught
us
to
study
and
admire
their
inspired
Poets
and
divine
Philosophers
.
But
when
I
have
thus
taken
occasion
,
to
vindicate
my self
from
those
heathenish
Authors
I
have
been
conversant
in
,
I
cannot
expect
my
work
should
find
acceptance
in
the
world
,
declaring
the
more
full
and
various
delight
I
have
found
in
following
Truth
by
its
own
conduct
;
Nor
am
I
much
concern'd
how
it
be
entertain'd
,
seeking
no
glory
by
it
,
but
what
is
render'd
to
him
to
whom
it
is
only
due
.
If
any
one
of
no
higher
a
pitch
than
my self
,
be
as
much
affected
and
stirr'd
up
in
the
reading
,
as
I
have
been
in
the
writing
,
to
admire
the
glories
and
excellencies
of
our
great
Creator
,
to
fall
low
before
him
,
in
the
sense
of
our
own
vileness
,
and
to
adore
his
Power
,
his
Wisdome
,
and
his
Grace
,
in
all
his
dealings
with
the
children
of
men
,
it
will
be
a
success
above
my
hopes
;
though
my
charity
makes
me
wish
every
one
that
hath
need
of
it
the
same
mercy
I
have
found
.
I
know
I
am
obnoxious
to
the
censures
of
two
sorts
of
people
:
First
,
those
that
understand
and
love
the
elegancies
of
Poems
,
They
will
find
nothing
of
fancy
in
it
;
no
elevations
of
stile
,
no
charms
of
language
,
which
I
confess
are
gifts
I
have
not
,
nor
desire
not
in
this
occasion
;
for
I
would
rather
breath
forth
grace
cordially
than
words
artificially
.
I
have
not
studied
to
utter
any
thing
that
I
have
not
really
taken
in
.
And
I
acknowledge
all
the
language
I
have
,
is
much
too
narrow
to
express
the
least
of
those
wonders
my
soul
hath
been
ravisht
with
in
the
contemplation
of
God
and
his
Works
.
Had
I
had
a
fancy
,
I
durst
not
have
exercis'd
it
here
;
for
I
tremble
to
think
of
turning
Scripture
into
a
Romance
;
and
shall
not
be
troubled
at
their
dislike
who
dislike
on
that
account
;
and
profess
they
think
no
poem
can
be
good
that
shuts
out
drunkenness
,
and
lasciviousness
,
and
libelling
Satyr
,
the
theams
of
all
their
celebrated
songs
.
These
,
(
though
I
will
not
much
defend
my
ownweakness
)
dislike
not
the
Poem
so
much
as
the
subject
of
it
.
But
there
are
a
second
sort
of
people
,
whose
Genius
not
lying
that
way
,
and
seeing
the
common
and
vile
abuse
of
Poesie
,
think
Scripture
prophan'd
by
being
descanted
on
in
numbers
;
but
such
will
pardon
me
when
they
remember
a
great
part
of
the
Scripture
was
originally
written
in
verse
;
and
we
are
commanded
to
exercise
our
spiritual
mirth
in
psalms
and
hymns
and
spiritual
songs
;
which
if
I
have
weakly
compos'd
,
yet
't
is
a
consenting
testimony
with
the
whole
Church
,
to
the
mighty
and
glorious
truths
of
God
which
ir
not
altogether
impertinent
,
in
this
atheistical
age
;
and
how
imperfect
soever
the
hand
be
,
that
copies
it
out
,
Truth
loses
not
its
perfection
,
and
the
plainest
as
well
as
the
elegant
,
the
elegant
as
well
as
the
plain
,
make
up
a
harmony
in
confession
and
celebration
of
that
all-creating
,
all-sustaining
God
,
to
whom
be
all
honour
and
glory
for
ever
and
ever
.
MEDITATIONS
ON
THE
CREATION
,
As
recorded
in
the
First
Chapter
of
Genesis
.
MY
ravisht
soul
,
a
pious
ardour
fires
,
To
sing
those
mystick
wonders
it
admires
,
Contemplating
the
Rise
of
every
thing
That
,
with
Times
birth
,
flow'd
from
th'
eternal
spring
:
And
the
no
less
stupendious
Providence
By
which
discording
Natures
ever
since
Have
kept
up
universal
Harmonie
;
While
in
one
joynt
obedience
all
agree
,
Performing
that
to
which
they
were
design'd
With
ready
inclination
;
But
Mankind
Alone
rebels
against
his
Makers
will
,
Which
tho'
opposing
he
must
yet
fulfill
.
And
so
that
wise
Power
,
who
each
crooked
stream
Most
rightly
guides
,
becomes
the
glorious
theam
Of
endless
admiration
,
while
we
see
,
Whatever
mortals
vain
endeavours
be
,
They
must
be
broken
who
with
Power
contend
,
And
cannot
frustrate
their
Creators
End
,
Whose
Wisdom
,
Goodness
,
Might
and
Glory
shines
In
guiding
mens
unto
his
own
designs
.
In
these
outgoings
would
I
sing
his
praise
,
But
my
weak
sense
with
the
too
glorious
rays
Is
struck
with
such
confusion
,
that
I
find
Only
the
worlds
first
Chaos
in
my
mind
,
Where
Light
and
Beauty
lie
wrapt
up
in
seed
,
And
cannot
be
from
the
dark
prison
freed
,
Except
that
Power
,
by
whom
the
world
was
made
,
My
soul
in
her
imperfect
strugglings
aid
,
Her
rude
conceptions
into
forms
dispose
,
And
words
impart
,
which
may
those
forms
disclose
.
O
thou
eternal
spring
of
glory
,
whence
All
other
streams
derive
their
excellence
,
From
whose
Love
issues
every
good
desire
,
Quicken
my
dull
earth
with
celestial
fire
,
And
let
the
sacred
theam
that
is
my
choice
,
Give
utterance
and
musick
to
my
voice
,
Singing
the
works
by
which
thou
art
reveal'd
.
What
dark
Eternity
hath
kept
conceal'd
From
mortals
apprehensions
,
what
hath
been
Before
the
race
of
Time
did
first
begin
,
It
were
presumptuous
folly
to
enquire
.
Let
not
my
thoughts
beyond
their
bound
aspire
,
Time
limits
mortals
,
and
Time
had
its
birth
,
In
whose
Beginning
God
made
Heaven
and
Earth
.
God
,
the
great
Elohim
,
to
say
no
more
,
Whose
sacred
Name
we
rather
must
adore
Than
venture
to
explain
;
for
He
alone
Dwells
in
himself
,
and
to
himself
is
known
.
And
so
,
even
that
by
which
we
have
our
sight
,
His
covering
is
,
He
clothes
himself
with
light
.
Easier
we
may
the
winds
in
prison
shut
,
The
whole
vast
Ocean
in
a
nut-shell
put
,
The
Mountains
in
a
little
ballance
weigh
,
And
with
a
Bullrush
plumm
the
deepest
Sea
,
Than
stretch
frail
humane
thought
unto
the
height
Of
the
great
God
,
Immense
,
and
Infinite
,
Containing
all
things
in
himself
alone
,
Being
at
once
in
all
,
contain'd
in
none
.
Yet
as
a
hidden
spring
appears
in
streams
,
The
Sun
is
seen
in
its
reflected
beams
,
Whose
high
embodied
Glory
is
too
bright
,
Too
strong
an
object
for
weak
mortal
sight
;
So
in
Gods
visible
productions
,
we
What
is
invisible
,
in
some
sort
see
;
While
we
considering
each
created
thing
,
Are
led
up
to
an
uncreated
spring
,
And
by
gradations
of
successive
Time
,
At
last
unto
Eternity
do
climb
,
As
we
in
tracks
of
second
causes
tread
Unto
the
first
uncaused
cause
are
led
;
And
know
,
while
we
perpetual
motion
see
There
must
a
first
self-moving
Power
be
,
To
whom
all
the
inferiour
motions
tend
,
In
whom
they
are
begun
,
and
where
they
end
.
This
First
eternal
Cause
,
th'
Original
Of
Being
,
Life
,
and
Motion
,
GOD
we
call
;
In
whom
all
Wisdome
,
Goodness
,
Glory
,
Might
,
Whatever
can
himself
or
us
delight
Unite
,
centring
in
his
Perfection
,
Whose
Nature
can
admit
but
only
One
:
Divided
Soveraignty
makes
neither
great
,
Wanting
what
's
shar'd
to
make
the
summ
compleat
.
And
yet
this
soveraign
sacred
Unitie
Is
not
alone
,
for
in
this
one
are
three
,
Distinguisht
,
not
divided
,
so
that
what
One
person
is
,
the
other
is
not
that
;
Yet
all
the
three
,
are
but
one
God
most
High
,
One
uncompounded
,
pure
Divinity
,
Wherein
subsist
so
,
the
Mysterious
three
,
That
they
in
Power
and
Glory
equal
be
;
Each
doth
himself
,
and
all
the
rest
possess
In
undisturbed
joy
and
blessedness
.
There
's
no
Inferiour
,
nor
no
Later
there
,
All
Coeternal
,
all
Coequal
,
are
.
And
yet
this
Parity
Order
admits
.
The
Father
first
,
eternally
begets
,
Within
himself
,
his
Son
,
substantial
Word
And
Wisdom
,
as
his
second
,
and
their
third
The
ever
blessed
spirit
is
,
which
doth
Alike
eternally
proceed
from
both
.
These
three
,
distinctly
thus
,
in
one
Divine
,
Pure
,
Perfect
,
Self-supplying
Essence
shine
:
And
all
cooperate
in
all
works
done
Exteriourly
,
yet
so
,
as
every
one
,
In
a
peculiar
manner
suited
to
His
Person
,
doth
the
common
action
do
.
Herein
the
Father
is
the
Principal
,
Whose
sacred
counsels
are
th'
Original
Of
every
Act
;
produced
by
the
Son
,
By'the
Spirit
wrought
up
to
perfection
.
I'
the
Creation
thus
,
by'the
Fathers
wise
decree
,
Such
things
should
in
such
time
,
and
order
be
,
The
first
foundation
of
the
world
was
laid
.
The
Fabrique
,
by
th'
Eternal
Word
,
was
made
Not
as
th'
instrument
,
but
joynt
actor
,
who
Joy'd
to
fulfill
the
counsels
which
he
knew
.
By
the
concurrent
Spirit
all
parts
were
Fitly
dispos'd
,
distinguisht
,
rendred
fair
,
In
such
harmonious
and
wise
order
set
,
As
universal
Beauty
did
compleat
.
This
most
mysterious
Triple
Unitie
,
In
Essence
One
,
and
in
subsistence
Three
,
Was
that
great
Elohim
,
who
first
design'd
,
Then
made
the
Worlds
,
that
Angels
and
Mankind
Him
in
his
rich
out-goings
might
adore
,
And
celebrate
his
praise
for
evermore
;
Who
from
Eternity
himself
supplied
,
And
had
no
need
of
any
thing
beside
,
Nor
any
other
cause
that
did
him
move
To
make
a
World
,
but
his
extensive
Love
,
It self
delighting
to
communicate
;
Its
Glory
in
the
creatures
to
dilate
,
While
they
are
led
by
their
own
excellence
T'
admire
the
first
,
pure
,
high
Intelligence
,
By
all
the
Powers
and
vertues
which
they
have
,
To
that
Omnipotence
who
those
Powers
gave
;
By
all
their
glories
and
their
joys
to
his
,
Who
is
the
fountain
of
all
joy
and
bliss
;
By
all
their
wants
and
imbecillities
,
To
the
full
magazine
of
rich
supplies
,
Where
Power
,
Love
,
Justice
,
and
Mercy
shine
In
their
still
fixed
heights
,
and
ne're
decline
.
No
streams
can
shrink
the
self-supplying
spring
,
No
retributions
can
more
fulness
bring
To
the
eternal
fountain
,
which
doth
run
In
sacred
circles
,
ends
where
it
begun
,
And
thence
with
inexhausted
life
and
force
Begins
again
a
new
,
yet
the
same
course
It
instituted
in
Times
infant
birth
,
When
the
Creator
first
made
Heaven
and
Earth
.
Time
though
it
all
things
into
motion
bring
Is
not
it self
any
substantial
thing
,
But
only
Motions
measure
;
As
a
twin
Born
with
it
;
and
they
both
at
once
begin
With
the
existence
of
the
rolling
sphere
,
Before
which
neither
time
nor
motion
were
.
Time
being
a
still
continued
number
,
made
By
the
vicissitude
of
Light
and
Shade
,
By
the
Moons
growth
,
and
by
her
waxing
old
,
By
the
successive
Reign
of
heat
and
cold
,
Thus
leading
back
all
ages
to
the
womb
Of
vast
Eternity
from
whence
they
come
,
And
bringing
new
successions
forth
,
until
Heaven
its
last
revolutions
shall
fulfil
,
And
all
things
unto
their
first
state
restore
,
When
Motion
ceasing
,
Time
shall
be
no
more
;
But
with
the
visible
Heavens
shall
expire
While
they
consume
in
the
worlds
funeral
fire
;
Th'
invisible
Heavens
being
still
the
same
,
Shall
not
be
toucht
by
the
devouring
flame
.
Treating
of
which
,
let
's
wave
Platonick
dreams
Of
Worlds
made
in
Idea
,
fitter
theams
For
Poets
fancies
,
than
the
reverent
view
Of
Contemplation
,
fixt
on
what
is
true
And
only
certain
,
kept
upon
record
In
the
Creators
own
revealed
word
,
Which
when
it
taught
us
how
our
world
was
made
,
Wrapt
up
th'
invisible
in
mystique
shade
.
Yet
through
those
clouds
we
see
,
God
did
create
A
place
his
presence
doth
irradiate
.
Where
he
doth
in
his
brightest
lustre
shine
;
Yet
doth
not
his
own
Heaven
,
him
confine
:
Although
the
Paradise
of
the
fair
world
above
,
Each
where
perfum'd
with
sweet
respiring
Love
,
Refresht
with
Pleasures
never
shrinking
streams
,
Illustrated
with
Lights
unclouded
beams
,
The
happy
land
of
peace
and
endless
Rest
Which
doth
both
soul
and
sense
with
full
joys
feast
,
Feasts
that
extinguish
not
the
appetite
Which
is
renew'd
to
heighten
the
delight
.
Here
stands
the
Tree
of
life
,
deckt
with
fair
fruit
,
Whose
leaves
health
to
the
nations
contribute
.
The
spreading
,
true
celestial
Vine
Where
fruitful
grafts
and
noble
clusters
shine
.
Here
Majesty
and
Grace
together
meet
;
The
Grace
is
glorious
,
and
the
Glory
sweet
.
Here
is
the
Throne
of
th'
universal
King
To
which
the
suppliant
world
addresses
bring
.
Here
next
him
doth
his
Son
in
triumph
sit
,
Waiting
till
all
his
foes
lie
at
his
feet
.
Here
is
the
Temple
of
his
Holiness
,
The
Sanctuary
for
all
sad
distress
.
Here
is
the
Saints
most
sure
inheritance
To
which
they
all
their
thoughts
and
hopes
advance
.
Here
their
rich
recompence
and
safe
rest
lies
,
For
this
they
all
th'
inferiour
world
despise
;
Yet
not
for
this
alone
,
though
this
excel
,
But
for
that
Deity
who
here
doth
dwell
;
For
heaven
it self
to
Saints
no
heaven
were
Did
not
their
God
afford
his
presence
there
;
But
now
,
as
he
inhabits
it
,
it
is
The
treasure-house
of
everlasting
bliss
,
The
Fathers
house
,
the
Pilgrims
home
,
the
Port
Of
happiness
,
th'
illustrious
Regal
Court
,
The
City
that
on
the
worlds
summit
stands
,
United
in
it self
,
not
made
with
hands
;
Whose
Citizens
,
Walls
,
Pavements
are
so
bright
They
need
no
Sun
in
Gods
more
radiant
Light.
The
pure
air
being
not
thickned
with
dark
clouds
,
No
sable
night
the
constant
glory
shrowds
;
Nor
needs
there
night
,
when
no
dull
lassitude
Doth
into
the
unwearied
soul
intrude
;
New
vigour
flowing
in
with
that
dear
joy
Whose
contemplation
doth
their
lives
employ
.
This
heaven
,
the
third
to
us
within
,
The
first
,
if
from
the
outside
we
begin
,
Is
incorruptible
,
and
still
the
same
,
Confirm'd
by
him
who
did
its
substance
frame
:
No
time
its
strong
foundations
can
decay
,
It
s
renew'd
glory
fadeth
not
away
.
The
other
heavens
which
it
doth
enfold
,
In
tract
of
time
as
garments
shall
wax
old
,
And
all
their
outworn
glory
shall
expire
In
the
worlds
dreadful
last
devouring
fire
;
But
this
shall
still
unchangeable
remain
,
While
all
the
rolling
Spheres
which
it
contains
Shall
be
again
into
their
Chaos
whirl'd
At
the
last
dissolution
of
the
world
.
For
God
,
who
made
this
blessed
place
to
be
The
habitation
of
his
Sanctitie
,
Admitting
nothing
into
it
that
's
vile
,
Nothing
that
can
corrupt
,
or
can
defile
,
Never
withdraws
his
gracious
presence
thence
But
is
on
all
the
Glory
a
defence
.
Nor
are
his
Gates
ere
shut
by
night
or
day
,
His
only
dread
keeps
all
foes
far
away
.
He
not
for
need
,
but
for
Majestick
state
,
Innumerable
hosts
of
Angels
did
create
To
be
his
outguards
,
in
respect
of
whom
He
doth
his
name
El-tzeboim
assume
.
These
perfect
,
pure
Intelligences
be
,
Excel
in
Might
,
and
in
Celeritie
,
Whose
sublime
natures
,
and
whose
agile
powers
,
Are
vastly
so
superiour
unto
ours
,
Our
narrow
thoughts
cannot
to
them
extend
,
And
things
so
far
above
us
comprehend
,
As
in
themselves
,
although
in
part
we
know
,
Some
scantlings
by
appearances
below
,
And
sacred
Writ
,
wherein
we
find
there
be
Distinguisht
Orders
in
their
Hierarchie
;
Arch-Angels
,
Cherubims
,
and
Seraphims
,
Who
celebrate
their
God
with
holy
Hymns
.
Ten
thousand
thousand
vulgar
Angels
stand
All
in
their
ranks
,
waiting
the
Lords
command
,
Which
with
prompt
inclination
of
their
will
,
And
chearful
,
swift
obedience
they
fulfil
;
Whether
he
them
to
save
poor
men
employ
,
Or
send
them
arm'd
,
proud
rebels
to
destroy
;
Whether
he
them
to
mighty
Monarchs
send
,
Or
bid
them
on
poor
Pilgrim
Saints
attend
,
Whether
they
must
in
heavenly
lustre
go
,
Or
walk
in
mortal
mean
disguise
below
:
So
kind
,
so
humble
are
they
,
though
so
high
,
They
do
it
with
the
same
alacrity
.
Why
blush
we
not
at
our
vain
pride
,
when
we
Such
condescension
in
Heavens
Courtiers
see
,
That
they
who
sit
on
heavenly
thrones
above
,
Scorn
not
to
serve
poor
worms
with
fervent
Love
?
And
joyful
praises
to
th'
Almighty
sing
,
When
they
a
mortal
to
their
own
home
bring
?
How
gracious
is
the
Lord
of
all
,
that
He
Should
thus
consider
poor
mortalitie
,
Such
powers
for
us
,
into
those
powers
diffuse
,
Such
glorious
servants
,
in
our
service
,
use
?
Who
whether
they
,
with
Light
,
or
Heaven
,
had
Creation
,
were
within
the
six
days
made
.
But
leave
we
looking
through
the
vail
,
nor
pry
Too
long
on
things
wrapt
up
in
mystery
,
Reserv'd
to
be
our
wonder
at
that
time
,
When
we
shall
up
to
their
high
mountain
climb
.
Besides
th'
Empyrean
heaven
we
are
told
Of
divers
other
heavens
which
we
behold
Only
by
Reasons
eye
,
yet
were
not
they
If
made
at
least
distinguisht
the
first
day
.
Then
from
the
height
we
cannot
comprehend
,
Let
us
to
our
inferiour
world
descend
.
The
Earth
at
first
was
a
vast
empty
place
,
A
rude
congestion
without
form
or
grace
,
A
confus'd
mass
of
undistinguisht
feed
,
Darkness
the
deep
,
the
Deep
the
solid
hid
:
Where
things
did
in
unperfect
Causes
sleep
,
Until
Gods
Spirit
mov'd
the
quiet
deep
,
Brooding
the
creatures
under
wings
of
Love
,
As
tender
birds
hatcht
by
a
Turtle
Dove
.
Light
first
of
all
its
radiant
wings
display'd
,
God
call'd
forth
Light
:
that
word
the
creature
made
.
Whether
it
were
the
natures
more
divine
,
Or
the
bright
mansion
where
just
souls
must
shine
,
Or
the
first
matter
of
those
Tapers
which
The
since-made
firmament
do
still
enrich
,
It
is
not
yet
agreed
among
the
wise
:
But
thus
the
day
did
out
of
Chaos
rise
,
And
casts
its
bright
beams
on
the
floating
world
,
O're
which
soon
envious
night
her
black
mists
hurl'd
,
Damping
the
new
born
splendour
for
a
space
,
Till
the
next
morning
did
her
shadows
chace
:
With
restor'd
beauty
and
triumphant
force
,
Returning
to
begin
another
course
,
An
emblem
of
that
everlasting
feud
'Twixt
sons
of
light
,
and
darkness
still
pursued
;
And
of
that
frail
imperfect
state
wherein
The
wasting
lights
of
mortal
men
begin
;
Whose
comforts
,
honours
,
lives
,
soon
as
they
shine
Must
all
to
sorrows
,
changes
,
death
resign
;
Even
their
wisdomes
and
their
vertues
light
Are
hid
by
envies
interposing
night
.
But
though
these
splendors
all
in
graves
are
thrown
,
Whereever
the
true
feed
of
light
is
sown
,
The
Powers
of
Darkness
may
contend
in
vain
,
It
shall
a
conquerour
rise
and
ever
reign
.
For
when
God
the
victorious
morning
view'd
,
Approving
his
own
work
he
said
't
was
good
:
And
of
inanimate
creatures
sure
the
best
,
As
that
which
shews
and
beautifies
the
rest
,
Those
melancholy
thoughts
which
night
creates
And
seeds
in
mortal
bosomes
,
dissipates
:
In
its
own
nature
subtile
,
swift
and
pure
,
Which
no
polluted
mirrour
can
endure
.
By
it
th'
Almighty
Maker
doth
dispence
To
earthy
creatures
,
heavenly
influence
;
By
it
with
angels
swiftness
are
our
eyes
,
Exalted
to
the
glory
of
the
skies
.
In
whose
bright
character
the
light
divine
,
Which
flesh
cannot
behold
,
doth
dimly
shine
.
Thus
was
the
first
Day
made
;
God
so
call'd
Light
,
Sever'd
from
Darkness
,
Darkness
was
the
Night
.
Canto
II.
AGain
spoke
God
;
the
trembling
waters
move
,
Part
flie
up
in
thick
mists
,
made
clouds
above
,
Part
closer
shrink
about
the
earth
below
,
But
did
not
yet
the
mountains
dry
heads
show
.
Th'
allforming
Word
stretcht
out
the
Firmament
,
Like
azure
curtains
round
his
glorious
Tent
,
And
in
its
hidden
chambers
did
dispose
The
magazines
of
Hail
,
and
Rain
,
and
Snows
,
Amongst
those
thicker
clouds
,
from
whose
dark
womb
Th'
imprison'd
winds
,
in
flame
and
thunder
come
.
Those
Clouds
which
over
all
the
wondrous
Arch
Like
hosts
of
various
formed
creatures
march
,
And
change
the
Scenes
in
our
admiring
eyes
;
Who
sometimes
see
them
like
vast
mountains
rise
.
Sometimes
like
pleasant
Seas
with
clear
waves
glide
,
Sometimes
like
Ships
on
foaming
billows
ride
,
Sometimes
like
mounted
warriours
they
advance
,
And
seem
to
fire
the
smoaking
Ordinance
.
Sometimes
like
shady
Forests
they
appear
,
Here
Monsters
walking
,
Castles
rising
there
.
Scorn
Princes
your
embroider'd
Canopies
,
And
painted
roofs
,
the
poor
whom
you
despise
With
far
more
ravishing
delight
are
fed
,
While
various
clouds
sayl
o're
th'
unhoused
head
,
And
their
heav'd
eyes
with
nobler
scenes
present
Than
your
Poetick
Courtiers
can
invent
.
Thus
the
exalted
waters
were
dispos'd
,
And
liquid
Skies
the
solid
world
enclos'd
,
To
magnifie
the
most
almighty
hand
,
That
makes
thin
floods
like
rocks
of
crystal
stand
,
Not
quenching
,
nor
drunk
up
by
that
bright
wall
Of
fire
,
which
neighbouring
them
,
encircles
all
.
The
new
built
Firmament
God
Heaven
nam'd
,
And
over
all
the
Arch
his
windows
fram'd
.
From
whence
his
liberal
hand
at
due
time
pours
Upon
the
thirsty
earth
refreshing
showers
;
And
clothes
her
bosome
with
descending
Snow
To
cherish
the
young
seeds
when
cold
winds
blow
:
Hence
every
night
his
fatning
dews
he
sheds
,
And
scatters
Pearls
amidst
th'
enamel'd
beds
.
But
when
presumptuous
sins
the
bright
arch
scale
,
He
beats
them
back
with
terrifying
hail
:
Which
like
small
shot
amidst
his
foes
he
sends
,
Till
flaming
Thunder
,
his
great
Ordnance
,
rends
The
clouds
,
which
,
big
with
horror
,
ready
stand
To
pour
their
burthens
forth
at
his
command
.
But
th'
unpolluted
air
as
yet
had
not
From
mortals
impious
breath
infection
got
,
Enlightned
then
by
a
superiour
ray
A
serene
lustre
deckt
the
second
day
.
Th'
inferiour
Globe
was
fashion'd
on
the
third
,
When
waters
at
the
all-commanding
word
Did
hastily
into
their
channels
glide
,
And
the
uncover'd
hills
as
soon
were
dried
.
In
the
same
body
thus
,
distinct
,
and
joyn'd
,
Water
and
earth
,
as
flesh
and
blood
,
we
find
.
The
late
collected
waters
God
call'd
Seas
.
Springs
,
Lakes
,
streams
,
and
broad
Rivers
are
from
these
Brancht
,
like
life-feeding
veins
,
in
every
land
,
Yet
wheresoe're
they
seem
to
flow
or
stand
,
As
all
in
the
vast
Oceans
bosome
bred
,
They
daily
reassemble
in
their
head
,
Which
thorough
secret
conduits
back
conveys
To
every
Spring
,
the
tribute
that
it
pays
.
So
ages
from
th'
Eternal
bosome
creep
,
So
lose
them selves
again
in
that
vast
deep
.
So
Empires
,
so
all
other
humane
things
,
With
winding
streams
run
to
their
native
springs
.
So
all
the
goodness
mortals
exercise
Flows
back
to
God
out
of
his
own
supplies
.
Now
the
great
fabrick
in
all
parts
compleat
,
Beauty
was
call'd
forth
to
adorn
the
seat
;
Where
Earth
,
fixt
in
the
Centre
,
was
the
ground
,
A
mantle
of
light
air
compast
it
round
;
Then
first
the
watrie
,
then
the
fiery
wall
,
And
glittering
heaven
last
involving
all
.
Earth's
fair
green
robe
vi'd
with
the
azure
skies
,
Her
proud
Woods
near
the
flaming
Towers
did
rife
.
The
valleys
Trees
,
though
less
in
breadth
and
height
,
Yet
hung
with
various
fruit
,
as
much
delight
.
Beneath
these
little
shrubs
and
bushes
sprung
With
fair
flowers
cloth'd
,
and
with
rich
berries
hung
,
Whos
's
more
delightful
fruits
seem'd
to
upbraid
The
tall
trees
yielding
only
barren
shade
.
Then
sprouted
Grass
and
Herbs
and
Plants
Prepar'd
to
feed
the
earth's
inhabitants
,
To
glad
their
nostrils
,
and
delight
their
eyes
,
Revive
their
spirits
,
cure
their
maladies
.
Nor
by
these
are
the
senses
only
fed
,
But
th'
understanding
too
,
while
we
may
read
In
every
leaf
,
lectures
of
Providence
,
Eternal
Wisdom
,
Love
,
Omnipotence
.
Which
th'
eye
that
sees
not
,
with
Hells
mists
is
blind
,
That
which
regards
not
,
is
of
bruitish
kind
.
The
various
colours
,
figures
,
powers
of
these
Are
their
Creators
growing
witnesses
,
Their
glories
emblems
are
,
wherein
we
see
How
frail
our
humane
lives
and
beauties
be
.
Even
like
those
flowers
which
at
the
Sun-rise
spread
Their
gawdy
leaves
,
and
are
at
evening
dead
.
Yet
while
they
in
their
native
lustre
shine
,
The
Eastern
Monarchs
are
not
half
so
fine
In
richer
robes
God
clothes
the
dirty
soyl
Than
men
can
purchase
by
their
sin
and
toyl
.
Then
rather
Fields
than
painted
Courts
admire
,
Yet
seeing
both
,
think
both
must
feed
the
fire
:
Only
Gods
works
have
roots
and
seeds
,
from
whence
They
spring
again
in
grace
and
excellence
,
But
mens
have
none
,
like
hasty
lightning
,
they
Flash
out
,
and
so
for
ever
pass
away
.
This
fair
Creation
finisht
the
third
day
,
In
whose
end
,
God
did
the
whole
work
survey
,
The
Seas
,
the
Skies
,
the
Trees
,
and
less
plants
view'd
,
And
by
his
approbation
made
them
good
;
In
all
the
plants
did
living
seeds
enclose
,
Whence
their
successive
generations
rose
;
Gave
them
those
powers
which
in
them
still
remain
,
Whereby
they
man
and
beast
with
food
sustain
.
Thrice
had
the
day
to
gloomy
night
resign'd
,
And
thrice
victorious
o're
the
darkness
shin'd
,
Before
the
mediate
cause
of
it
,
the
Sun
Or
any
star
had
their
creation
,
For
with
th'
Omnipotent
it
is
all
one
To
cause
the
day
without
,
or
by
the
Sun.
God
in
the
world
by
second
causes
reigns
,
But
is
not
tied
to
those
means
he
ordains
.
Let
no
heart
faint
then
that
on
him
depends
,
When
the
means
fail
,
that
lead
to
their
wisht
ends
.
For
God
the
thing
,
if
good
,
will
bring
about
With
instruments
we
see
not
,
or
without
.
The
fourth
Light
having
now
expell'd
the
shade
God
on
that
day
the
Luminaries
made
,
And
plac'd
them
all
in
their
peculiar
sphears
To
measure
out
our
days
,
and
months
,
and
years
,
Which
by
their
various
motions
are
renew'd
,
And
heat
and
cold
have
their
vicissitude
:
So
Springs
and
Autumns
still
successive
be
,
Till
ages
lose
them
in
Eternity
.
The
Sun
whom
th'
Hebrews
Gods
great
servant
call
,
Plac'd
in
the
middle
Orb
,
as
Lord
of
all
,
Is
in
a
radiant
flaming
chariot
whirl'd
,
And
dayly
carried
round
abut
the
world
By
the
first
Movers
force
,
who
in
that
race
Scatters
his
light
and
heat
in
every
place
,
Yet
not
at
once
.
Now
in
the
East
he
shines
,
And
then
again
to'the
Western
deep
declines
,
Seeming
to
quench
his
blazing
taper
there
While
it
enlightens
the
other
Hemisphere
.
Thus
he
their
share
of
day
and
night
divides
Unto
each
world
in
their
alternate
tides
.
But
then
its
Orb
by
its
own
motion
roll'd
,
Varies
the
seasons
,
brings
in
heat
and
cold
,
As
it
projects
its
rays
in
a
straight
line
,
Or
more
obliquely
on
the
Earth
doth
shine
.
And
thus
doth
he
to
the
low
world
dispense
Life-feeding
and
engendring
influence
.
This
Lord
of
Day
with
his
reflected
light
Guilds
the
pale
Moon
the
Empress
of
the
night
,
Whose
dim
Orb
monthly
wastes
and
grows
,
Doth
at
the
first
sharp
pointed
horns
disclose
,
Then
half
,
then
her
full
shining
Globe
reveals
,
Which
waining
she
by
like
degrees
conceals
.
The
other
glittering
Planets
now
appear
Each
as
a
King
enthron'd
in
his
own
Sphear
;
Then
the
eighth
heaven
in
fuller
lustre
shines
Thick
set
with
stars
.
All
these
were
made
for
signs
That
mortals
by
observing
them
might
know
Due
times
to
cultivate
the
earth
below
,
To
gather
fruits
,
plant
trees
,
and
sow
their
seed
,
To
cure
their
herds
,
and
let
their
fair
flocks
breed
,
Into
safe
harbours
to
retire
their
ships
,
Again
to
launch
out
into
the
calm
deeps
,
Their
wandring
vessels
in
broad
seas
to
guide
,
When
the
lost
shores
no
longer
are
descried
;
Physicians
to
direct
in
their
great
art
,
And
other
useful
knowledge
to
impart
.
Nor
were
they
only
made
for
signs
to
shew
Fit
opportunities
for
things
we
do
,
But
in
their
various
aspects
too
we
read
Various
events
which
shall
in
time
succeed
,
Droughts
,
inundations
,
famines
,
plagues
and
wars
,
By
several
conjunctions
of
the
Stars
,
At
least
shewn
,
if
not
caus'd
,
through
the
strong
powers
And
workings
Astral
bodies
have
on
ours
,
Which
as
above
they
variously
are
joyn'd
,
So
are
their
subjects
here
below
,
enclin'd
To
sadness
,
mirth
,
dread
,
quiet
,
love
or
hate
,
All
that
may
calm
,
or
trouble
any
state
.
Yet
are
they
but
a
second
cause
,
which
God
Shakes
over
sinners
as
a
flaming
rod
,
And
further
manages
in
his
own
hands
,
To
scourge
the
pride
of
all
rebellious
lands
;
Falsely
and
vainly
do
blind
mortals
then
,
To
them
impute
the
fates
and
ills
of
men
,
When
their
sinister
operations
be
Only
th'
effects
of
mens
iniquitie
,
Which
makes
the
Lord
his
glittering
hosts
thus
send
To
execute
the
just
threats
they
portend
.
Nor
are
they
characters
of
wrath
alone
,
They
sometimes
have
Gods
grace
to
mankind
shown
,
Such
was
that
new
Star
which
did
heaven
adorn
,
When
the
great
King
of
the
whole
word
was
born
.
Such
were
those
stars
that
fought
for
Israel
When
Jabins
vanquisht
host
,
by
Gods
host
fell
.
Even
those
Stars
which
threaten
misery
and
woe
To
wicked
men
,
to
Saints
deliverance
show
:
For
when
God
cuts
the
bloody
Tyrant
down
,
He
will
their
lives
with
peace
and
blessings
crown
.
Thus
the
fourth
evening
did
the
fourth
day
close
,
And
where
the
Sun
went
down
,
the
Stars
arose
.
New
triumph
now
the
fifth
day
celebrates
,
The
perfum'd
morning
opes
her
purple
gates
,
Through
which
the
Suns
Pavilion
doth
appear
And
he
array'd
in
all
his
lustre
there
,
Like
a
fresh
Bridegroom
with
majestique
grace
,
And
joy
diffusing
vigour
in
his
face
,
Comes
gladly
forth
,
to
greet
his
virgin
bride
,
Trick'd
up
in
all
her
ornaments
and
pride
;
Her
lovely
maids
at
his
approach
unfold
Their
gaudie
vests
,
on
which
he
scatters
gold
,
Both
chearing
and
enriching
every
place
,
Through
which
he
passes
in
his
glorious
race
.
But
though
he
found
a
noble
Threatre
,
As
yet
in
it
no
living
creatures
were
;
Though
flowry
carpets
spread
the
whole
Earths
face
,
And
rich
embroideries
the
upper
Arch
did
grace
,
And
standards
on
the
mountains
stood
between
Bearing
festoones
like
pillars
wreath'd
with
green
,
The
velvet
couches
and
the
mossy
seats
,
The
open
walks
and
the
more
close
retreats
Were
all
prepar'd
;
Yet
no
foot
trod
the
woods
,
Nor
no
mouth
yet
had
toucht
the
pleasant
floods
;
No
weary
creature
had
repos'd
its
head
Among
the
sweet
perfumes
of
the
low
bed
;
The
air
was
not
respir'd
in
living
breath
,
Throughout
a
general
stilness
reign'd
,
like
death
.
The
King
of
day
came
forth
,
but
unadmir'd
,
Like
unprais'd
gallants
blushingly
retir'd
;
As
an
uncourted
beauty
,
Nights
pale
Queen
,
Grew
sick
to
shine
where
she
could
not
be
seen
.
When
the
Creator
first
for
mute
herds
calls
,
And
bade
the
waters
bring
forth
animals
:
Then
was
all
shell-fish
and
each
Scaly
race
At
once
produc'd
,
in
their
assigned
place
,
The
crooked
Dolphins
,
great
Leviathan
,
And
all
the
Monsters
of
the
Ocean
,
Like
wanton
kids
among
the
billows
play'd
,
Nor
was
there
after
on
the
dry
land
made
Any
one
beast
of
less
or
greater
kind
Whose
like
we
do
not
in
the
waters
find
;
Where
every
greater
fish
devours
the
less
,
As
mighty
Lords
poor
Commoners
oppress
.
Next
the
Almighty
by
his
forming
Word
Made
the
whole
plumie
race
,
and
every
bird
It
s
proper
place
assign'd
,
while
with
light
wings
All
mounted
heaven
,
some
o're
the
lakes
and
springs
,
Some
over
the
vast
Fens
and
Seas
did
flie
,
Some
near
the
ground
,
some
in
the
cloudy
skie
,
Some
in
high
trees
their
proud
nests
built
,
some
chose
The
humble
shrubs
for
their
more
safe
repose
,
Some
did
the
marshes
,
some
the
rivers
love
,
Some
the
Corn-fields
,
and
some
the
shady
grove
.
That
silence
which
reign'd
every
where
before
,
It
s
universal
Empire
held
no
more
,
Even
night
and
darkness
its
own
dear
retreat
Could
not
preserve
it
in
their
reign
compleat
:
The
Nightingales
with
their
complaining
notes
,
Ravens
and
Owls
with
their
ill-boding
throats
,
And
all
the
birds
of
night
,
shrill
crowing
Cocks
Whose
due
kept
times
,
made
them
the
worlds
first
clocks
,
All
interrupted
it
,
even
in
the
night
,
But
at
the
first
appearance
of
the
light
A
thousand
voyces
,
the
green
woods
whole
quire
With
their
loud
musick
do
the
day
admire
;
The
Lark
doth
with
her
single
carol
rise
,
To
welcome
the
fair
morning
in
the
skies
;
The
amorous
and
still
complaining
Dove
,
Courts
not
the
day
,
but
woes
her
own
fair
love
;
The
Jays
and
Crows
against
each
other
rayl
,
And
chattering
Pies
begin
their
gossips
tale
:
Thus
life
was
carri'd
on
,
which
first
begun
In
growth
of
plants
,
in
fishes
motion
,
And
next
declar'd
it self
in
living
sound
,
Whilst
various
noise
the
yielding
air
did
wound
.
Various
instincts
the
Birds
by
nature
have
,
Which
God
to
them
in
their
creation
gave
,
That
unto
their
observers
do
declare
The
storms
and
calms
approaching
in
the
air
,
That
teach
them
how
to
build
their
nests
at
spring
,
And
hatch
their
young
under
their
nursing
wing
,
To
lead
abroad
and
guard
their
tender
brood
,
To
know
their
hurtful
and
their
healing
food
,
To
feed
them
till
their
strength
be
perfect
grown
,
And
after
teach
them
how
to
feed
alone
.
Could
we
the
lessons
they
hold
forth
improve
,
We
might
from
some
learn
chaste
and
constant
love
,
Conjugal
kindness
of
the
paired
Swans
,
Paternal
Bounty
of
the
Pelicans
,
While
they
are
prodigal
of
their
own
blood
To
feed
their
chickens
with
that
precious
food
.
Wisdome
of
those
who
when
storms
threat
the
Skie
,
In
thick
assemblies
to
their
shelter
flie
,
And
those
who
seeing
devourers
in
the
air
,
To
the
safe
covert
of
the
wing
repair
.
The
gall-less
doves
would
teach
us
innocence
,
And
the
whole
race
to
hang
on
Providence
;
Since
not
the
least
bird
that
divides
the
air
Exempted
is
from
the
Almighties
care
,
Whose
bounty
in
due
seasons
,
feeds
them
all
,
Prepares
them
berries
when
the
thick
snows
fall
,
Cloaths
them
in
many
colour'd
plumes
,
which
vain
Men
borrow
,
yet
the
Peacocks
gawdy
train
More
beautifully
is
by
nature
drest
,
Than
art
can
make
it
on
the
Gallants
crest
.
This
priviledge
these
creatures
had
to
raise
Their
voices
first
in
their
great
Makers
praise
,
Which
when
the
morning
opes
her
rosie
gate
They
with
consenting
musick
celebrate
;
Again
with
hunger
pincht
to
God
they
cry
,
And
from
his
liberal
hand
receive
supply
,
Who
them
and
all
his
watry
creatures
view'd
,
And
saw
that
they
in
all
their
kinds
were
good
.
Then
blest
them
that
for
due
successions
they
Might
multiply
.
So
clos'd
he
the
fifth
day
.
And
now
the
Sun
the
third
time
rais'd
his
head
And
rose
the
sixth
day
from
his
watry
bed
,
When
God
commands
the
teeming
earth
to
bring
Forth
great
and
lesser
beasts
,
each
reptile
thing
That
on
her
bosome
creeps
,
the
word
obey'd
,
Immediately
were
all
the
creatures
made
.
Like
Hermits
some
made
hollow
rocks
their
Cell
,
And
did
in
their
prepared
mansions
dwell
.
The
vermine
,
Weazils
,
Fulmots
and
blind
Moles
,
Lay
hid
in
clefts
of
trees
,
in
crannies
and
in
holes
.
The
Serpents
lodg'd
in
Marishes
and
fens
,
The
savage
beasts
sought
thickets
,
caves
and
dens
.
Tame
herds
and
flocks
in
open
pastures
stay'd
,
And
wanton
kids
upon
the
mountains
play'd
.
Here
life
almost
to
its
perfection
grew
While
God
these
various
creatures
did
indue
With
various
properties
,
and
various
sense
,
But
little
short
of
humane
excellence
,
Save
what
we
in
the
Brutes
dispersed
find
,
Is
all
collected
in
mans
nobler
mind
,
Who
to
the
high
perfection
of
his
sense
,
Hath
added
a
more
high
intelligence
.
Yet
several
Brutes
have
noble
faculties
,
Some
apprehensive
are
,
some
subtile
,
wise
,
Some
have
invention
and
docility
,
Some
wonderful
in
imitation
be
,
Some
with
high
generous
courage
are
endued
,
With
kindness
some
,
and
some
with
gratitude
,
With
memory
some
,
and
some
with
providence
,
With
natural
love
,
and
with
meek
innocence
:
Some
watchful
are
,
and
some
laborious
be
,
Some
have
obedience
,
some
true
loyalty
.
Among
them
too
we
all
the
passions
find
,
Some
more
to
love
,
some
more
to
hate
enclin'd
.
The
musing
Hare
and
the
lightfooted
Deer
Are
under
the
predominance
of
fear
;
Goats
and
hot
Monkeys
are
with
lust
possest
,
Rage
governs
in
the
savage
Tygres
brest
;
Jealousie
doth
the
hearts
of
fierce
Bulls
move
Impatient
of
all
rivals
in
their
love
.
Some
sportive
,
and
some
melancholy
be
,
Some
proner
to
revenge
and
crueltie
.
The
Kingly
Lion
in
his
bosome
hath
The
fiery
seed
of
self-provoking
wrath
,
Joy
is
no
stranger
to
the
savage
brest
,
As
oft
with
love
,
hate
and
desire
possest
,
Through
the
aversion
and
the
appetite
Which
all
these
passions
in
their
hearts
excite
.
God
cloth'd
them
all
in
several
woells
and
hair
,
Whereof
some
meaner
,
some
more
precious
are
,
which
men
now
into
garments
weave
and
spin
,
Nor
only
weare
their
fleeces
,
but
their
skin
;
Besides
employ
their
teeth
,
bones
,
claws
,
and
horn
,
Some
Medicines
be
,
and
some
the
house
adorn
.
A
thousand
other
various
ways
we
find
,
Wherein
alive
and
dead
they
serve
mankind
,
Who
from
th'
obedience
they
to
him
afford
Might
learn
his
duty
to
his
Soveraign
Lord.
Canto
III.
NOW
was
the
glorious
Universe
compleat
And
every
thing
in
beauteous
order
set
,
When
God
,
about
to
make
the
King
of
all
,
Did
in
himself
a
sacred
council
call
;
Not
that
he
needed
to
deliberate
,
But
pleas'd
t'
allow
solemnity
and
state
,
To
wait
upon
that
noble
creatures
birth
For
whom
he
had
design'd
both
heaven
and
earth
:
Let
us
,
said
God
,
with
soveraign
power
indued
:
Make
man
after
our
own
similitude
,
Let
him
our
sacred
imprest
image
bear
Ruling
o're
all
in
earth
,
and
sea
,
and
air
.
Then
made
the
Lord
a
curious
mold
of
clay
,
Which
lifeless
on
the
earths
cold
bosome
lay
,
When
God
did
it
with
living
breath
inspire
,
A
soul
in
all
,
and
every
part
entire
,
Where
life
ris
'
above
motion
,
sound
and
sense
To
higher
reason
and
intelligence
;
And
this
is
truly
termed
life
alone
,
Which
makes
lifes
fountain
to
the
living
known
.
This
life
into
it self
doth
gather
all
The
rest
maintain'd
by
its
original
,
Which
gives
it
Being
,
Motion
,
Sense
,
Warmth
,
Breath
,
And
those
chief
Powers
that
are
not
lost
in
death
.
Thus
was
the
noblest
creature
the
last
made
,
As
he
in
whom
the
rest
perfection
had
,
In
whom
both
parts
of
the
great
world
were
joyn'd
,
Earth
in
his
members
,
Heaven
in
his
mind
;
Whose
vast
reach
the
whole
Universe
compriz'd
,
And
saw
it
in
himself
epitomiz'd
,
Yet
not
the
Centre
nor
circumference
can
Fill
the
more
comprehensive
soul
of
Man
,
Whose
life
is
but
a
progress
of
desire
,
Which
still
enjoy'd
,
doth
something
else
require
,
Unsatisfied
with
all
it
hath
pursued
Until
it
rest
in
God
,
the
Soveraign
Good.
The
earthly
mansion
of
this
heavenly
guest
Peculiar
priviledges
too
possest
.
Whereas
all
other
creatures
clothed
were
In
Shells
,
Scales
,
gaudy
Plumes
,
or
Woolls
,
or
Hair
,
Only
a
fair
smooth
skin
o're
man
was
drawn
,
Like
Damask
roses
blushing
through
pure
Lawn
.
The
azure
veins
,
where
blood
and
spirits
flow
,
Like
Violets
in
a
field
of
Lillies
show
.
As
others
have
a
down
bent
counténance
,
He
only
doth
his
head
to
heaven
advance
,
Resembling
thus
a
Tree
whose
noble
root
In
heaven
grows
,
whence
all
his
graces
shoot
.
He
only
on
two
upright
columns
stands
,
He
only
hath
,
and
knows
the
use
of
hands
,
Which
Gods
rich
bounties
for
the
rest
receive
,
And
aid
to
all
the
other
members
give
.
He
only
hath
a
voice
articulate
,
Varied
by
joy
,
grief
,
anger
,
love
and
hate
,
And
every
other
motion
of
the
mind
Which
hereby
doth
an
apt
expression
find
.
Hereby
glad
mirth
in
laughter
is
alone
By
man
exprest
;
in
a
peculiar
groan
,
His
grief
comes
forth
,
accompanied
with
tears
,
Peculiar
shrieks
utter
his
suddain
fears
.
Herein
is
Musick
too
,
which
sweetly
charms
The
sense
,
and
the
most
savage
heart
disarms
.
The
Gate
of
this
God
in
the
head
did
place
,
The
head
which
is
the
bodies
chiefest
grace
,
The
noble
Palace
of
the
Royal
guest
Within
by
Fancy
and
Invention
drest
,
With
many
pleasant
useful
Ornaments
Which
new
Imagination
still
presents
,
Adorn'd
without
,
by
Majesty
and
Grace
,
O
who
can
tell
the
wonders
of
a
face
!
In
none
of
all
his
fabriques
more
than
here
Doth
the
Creators
glorious
Power
appear
,
That
of
so
many
thousands
which
we
see
All
humane
creatures
like
,
all
different
be
;
If
the
Front
be
the
glory
of
mans
frame
,
Those
Lamps
which
in
its
upper
windows
flame
,
Illustrate
it
,
and
as
days
radiant
Star
,
In
the
clear
heaven
of
a
bright
face
are
.
Here
Love
takes
stand
,
and
here
ardent
Desire
Enters
the
soul
,
as
fire
drawn
in
by
fire
,
At
two
ports
,
on
each
side
,
the
Hearing
sense
Still
waits
to
take
in
fresh
intelligence
,
But
the
false
spies
both
at
the
ears
and
eyes
,
Conspire
with
strangers
for
the
souls
surprize
,
And
let
all
life-perturbing
passions
in
,
Which
with
tears
,
sighs
and
groans
issue
again
.
Nor
do
those
Labyrinths
which
like
brest-works
are
,
About
those
secret
Ports
,
serve
for
a
Bar
To
the
false
Sorcerers
conducted
by
Mans
own
imprudent
Curiosity
.
There
is
an
Arch
i'
the
middle
of
the
face
Of
equal
necessary
use
and
grace
,
For
there
men
suck
up
the
life-feeding
air
,
And
panting
bosomes
are
discharged
there
;
Beneath
it
is
the
chief
and
beauteous
gate
,
About
which
various
pleasant
graces
wait
,
When
smiles
the
Rubie
doors
a
little
way
Unfold
,
or
laughter
doth
them
quite
display
,
And
opening
the
Vermillion
Curtains
shows
The
Ivory
piles
set
in
two
even
rows
,
Before
the
portal
,
as
a
double
guard
,
By
which
the
busie
tongue
is
helpt
and
barr'd
;
Whose
sweet
sounds
charm
,
when
love
doth
it
inspire
,
And
when
hate
moves
it
,
set
the
world
on
fire
.
Within
this
portals
inner
vault
is
plac't
The
palate
where
sense
meets
its
joys
in
tast
;
On
rising
cheeks
,
beauty
in
white
and
red
Strives
with
it self
,
white
on
the
forehead
spread
Its
undisputed
glory
there
maintains
,
And
is
illustrated
with
azure
veins
.
The
Brows
,
Loves
bow
,
and
beauties
shadow
are
,
A
thick
set
grove
of
soft
and
shining
hair
Adorns
the
head
,
and
shews
like
crowning
rays
,
While
th'airs
soft
breath
among
the
loose
curls
plays
.
Besides
the
colours
and
the
features
,
we
Admire
their
just
and
perfect
Symmetrie
,
Whose
ravishing
resultance
is
that
air
That
graces
all
,
and
is
not
any
where
;
Whereof
we
cannot
well
say
what
it
is
,
Yet
Beauties
chiefest
excellence
lies
in
this
;
Which
mocks
the
Painters
in
their
best
designs
,
And
is
not
held
by
their
exactest
lines
.
But
while
we
gaze
upon
our
own
fair
frame
Let
us
remember
too
from
whence
it
came
,
And
that
by
sin
corrupted
now
,
it
must
Return
to
its
originary
dust
.
How
undecently
doth
pride
then
lift
that
head
On
which
the
meanest
feet
must
shortly
tread
?
Yet
at
the
first
it
was
with
glory
crown'd
,
Till
Satans
fraud
gave
it
the
mortal
wound
.
This
excellent
creature
God
did
Adam
call
To
mind
him
of
his
low
Original
,
Whom
he
had
form'd
out
of
the
common
ground
Which
then
with
various
pleasures
did
abound
.
The
whole
Earth
was
one
large
delightful
Field
,
That
till
man
sin'd
no
hurtful
briars
did
yield
,
But
God
enclosing
one
part
from
the
rest
,
A
Paradise
in
the
rich
spicie
East
Had
stor'd
with
Natures
wealthy
Magazine
,
Where
every
plant
did
in
its
lustre
shine
,
But
did
not
grow
promiscously
there
,
They
all
dispos'd
in
such
rich
order
were
As
did
augment
their
single
native
grace
,
And
perfected
the
pleasure
of
the
place
,
To
such
a
height
that
th'
apelike
art
of
man
,
Licentious
Pens
,
or
Pencils
never
can
With
all
th'
essays
of
all
presuming
wit
,
Or
form
or
feign
ought
that
approaches
it
.
Whether
it
were
a
fruitful
Hill
or
Vale
,
Whether
high
Rocks
,
or
Trees
did
it
impale
,
Or
Rivers
with
their
clear
and
kind
embrace
Into
a
pleasant
Island
form'd
the
place
,
Whether
its
noble
scituation
were
On
Earth
,
in
the
bright
Moon
,
or
in
the
Air
,
In
what
forms
stood
the
various
trees
and
flowers
,
The
disposition
of
the
walks
and
bowers
,
Whereof
no
certain
word
,
nor
sign
remains
,
We
dare
not
take
from
mens
inventive
brains
.
We
know
there
was
pleasant
and
noble
shade
Which
the
tall
growing
Pines
and
Cedars
made
,
And
thicker
coverts
,
which
the
light
and
heat
Ev'n
at
noon
day
could
scarcely
penetrate
,
A
crystal
River
on
whose
verdant
banks
The
crowned
fruit-trees
stood
in
lovely
ranks
,
His
gentle
wave
thorough
the
garden
led
,
And
all
the
spreading
roots
with
moysture
fed
.
But
past
th'
enclosure
,
thence
the
single
stream
Parted
in
four
,
four
noble
floods
became
;
Pison
whose
large
arms
Havilah
enfold
;
A
wealthy
land
enricht
with
finest
gold
,
Where
also
many
precious
stones
are
found
;
The
second
river
Gihon
,
doth
surround
All
that
fair
land
where
Chus
inhabited
,
Where
Tyranny
first
rais'd
up
her
proud
head
,
And
led
her
blood-hounds
all
along
the
shore
,
Polluting
the
pure
stream
with
crimson
gore
.
Edens
third
river
Hiddekell
they
call
,
Whose
waters
Eastward
in
Assiria
fall
.
The
fourth
Euphrates
whose
swift
stream
did
run
About
the
stately
walls
of
Babylon
;
And
in
the
revolution
of
some
years
Swell'd
high
,
fed
with
the
captiv'd
Hebrews
tears
.
God
in
the
midst
of
Paradise
did
place
Two
trees
,
that
stood
up
drest
in
all
the
grace
,
The
verdure
,
beauty
,
sweetness
,
excellence
,
With
which
all
else
could
tempt
or
feast
the
sense
:
On
one
apples
of
knowledge
did
abound
,
And
life-confirming
fruit
the
other
crown'd
.
And
now
did
God
the
new
created
King
Into
the
pleasures
of
his
earthly
palace
bring
:
The
air
,
spice
,
balm
,
and
amber
did
respire
,
His
ears
were
feasted
by
the
Sylvan
Quire
,
Like
country
girls
,
grass
flowers
did
dispute
Their
humble
beauties
with
the
high
born
fruit
;
Both
high
and
low
their
gawdy
colours
vied
,
As
Courtiers
do
in
their
contentious
pride
,
Striving
which
of
them
should
yield
most
delight
,
And
stand
the
finest
in
their
Soveraigns
sight
.
The
shrubs
with
berries
crown'd
like
precious
gems
,
Offer'd
their
supreme
Lord
their
Diadems
Which
did
no
single
sense
alone
invite
,
Courting
alike
the
eyes
and
appetite
.
Among
all
these
the
eye-refreshing
green
,
Sometimes
alone
,
sometimes
in
mixture
seen
,
O're
all
the
banks
and
all
the
flat
ground
spread
,
Seem'd
an
embroider'd
,
or
plain
velvet
bed
.
And
that
each
sense
might
its
refreshment
have
,
The
gentle
air
soft
pleasant
touches
gave
Unto
his
panting
limbs
,
whenever
they
Upon
the
sweet
and
mossie
couches
lay
.
A
shady
Eminence
there
was
,
whereon
The
noble
creature
sate
,
as
on
his
throne
,
When
God
brought
every
Fowl
,
and
every
Brute
,
That
he
might
Names
unto
their
natures
suit
,
Whose
comprehensive
understanding
knew
How
to
distinguish
them
,
at
their
first
view
;
And
they
retaining
those
names
ever
since
,
Are
monuments
of
his
first
excellence
,
And
the
Creators
providential
grace
,
Who
in
those
names
,
left
us
some
prints
to
trace
;
Nature
,
mysterious
grown
,
since
we
grew
blind
,
Whose
Labyrinths
we
should
less
easily
find
If
those
first
appellations
,
as
a
clue
,
Did
not
in
some
sort
serve
to
lead
us
through
,
And
rectifie
that
frequent
gross
mistake
,
Which
our
weak
judgements
and
sick
senses
make
,
Since
man
ambitious
to
know
more
,
that
sin
Brought
dulness
,
ignorance
and
error
in
.
Though
God
himself
to
man
did
condescend
,
Though
his
knowlege
to
all
natures
did
extend
;
Though
heaven
and
earth
thus
centred
in
his
mind
,
Yet
being
the
only
one
of
his
whole
kind
,
He
found
himself
without
an
equal
mate
,
To
whom
he
might
his
joys
communicate
,
And
by
communication
multiply
.
Too
far
out
of
his
reach
was
God
on
high
,
Too
much
below
him
bruitish
creatures
were
,
God
could
at
first
have
made
a
humane
pair
,
But
that
it
was
his
will
to
let
man
see
The
need
and
sweetness
of
societie
;
Who
,
though
he
were
his
Makers
Favourite
,
Feasted
in
Paradise
with
all
delight
,
Though
all
the
creatures
paid
him
homage
,
yet
Was
not
his
unimparted
joy
compleat
,
While
there
was
not
a
second
of
his
kind
,
Indued
with
such
a
form
and
such
a
mind
,
As
might
alike
his
soul
and
senses
feast
:
He
saw
that
every
bird
and
every
beast
It
s
own
resemblance
in
its
female
viewed
,
And
only
union
with
its
like
pursued
.
Hence
birds
with
birds
,
and
fish
with
fish
abide
,
Nor
those
with
beasts
,
nor
beasts
with
these
reside
:
According
to
their
several
species
too
,
As
several
housholds
in
one
City
do
,
So
they
with
their
own
kinds
associate
:
The
Kingly
eagle
hath
no
buzzard
mate
;
The
ravens
,
more
their
own
black
feather
love
,
Than
painted
pheasants
,
or
the
fair-neck'd
dove
.
So
Bears
to
rough
Bears
rather
do
encline
Than
to
majestick
Lions
,
or
fair
kine
.
If
it
be
thus
with
brutes
,
much
less
then
can
The
bruitish
conversation
suit
with
man.
'T
is
only
like
desires
like
things
unite
:
In
union
likeness
only
feeds
delight
.
Where
unlike
natures
in
conjunction
are
,
There
is
no
product
but
perpetual
war
,
Such
as
there
was
in
Natures
troubled
womb
,
Until
the
sever'd
births
from
thence
did
come
,
For
the
whole
world
nor
order
had
,
nor
grace
Till
sever'd
elements
each
their
own
place
Assigned
were
,
and
while
in
them
they
keep
,
Heaven
still
smiles
above
,
th'
untroubled
deep
With
kind
salutes
embraces
the
dry
land
,
Firm
doth
the
earth
on
its
foundation
stand
;
A
chearful
light
streams
from
th'aetherial
fire
,
And
all
in
universal
joy
conspire
.
But
if
with
their
unlike
they
attempt
to
mix
,
Their
rude
congressions
every
thing
unfix
;
Darkness
again
invades
the
troubled
skies
,
Earth
trembling
,
under
angry
heaven
lies
;
The
Sea
,
swoln
high
with
rage
,
comes
to
the
shore
And
swallows
that
,
which
it
but
kist
before
;
Th'
unbounded
fire
breaks
forth
with
dreadful
light
,
And
horrid
cracks
which
dying
nature
fright
,
Till
that
high
power
,
which
all
powers
regulates
,
The
disagreeing
natures
separates
,
The
like
to
like
rejoyning
as
before
,
So
the
worlds
peace
,
joy
,
safety
doth
restore
.
Yet
if
man
could
not
find
in
bird
or
brute
That
conversation
which
might
aptly
suit
His
higher
nature
,
was
it
not
sublime
Enough
,
above
the
lower
world
to
climb
,
And
in
Angelick
converse
to
delight
,
Although
it
could
not
reach
the
supreme
height
?
No
;
for
though
man
partake
intelligence
,
Yet
that
being
joyn'd
to
an
inferiour
sense
,
Dull'd
by
corporeal
vapours
,
cannot
be
Refin'd
enough
for
angels
company
:
As
strings
screw'd
up
too
high
,
as
bows
still
bent
Or
break
themselves
,
or
crack
the
instrument
;
So
drops
neglected
flesh
into
the
grave
,
If
it
no
share
in
the
souls
pleasures
have
.
Man
like
himself
needs
an
associate
,
Who
doth
both
soul
and
sense
participate
.
Not
the
swift
Horse
,
the
eager
Hawk
,
or
Hound
,
Dogs
,
Parrots
,
Monkies
'mongst
whom
Adam
found
No
meet
companion
,
thinking
them
too
base
For
the
society
of
humane
race
,
Though
his
degenerate
offspring
chuse
that
now
Which
his
sound
reason
could
not
then
allow
,
But
found
himself
amongst
them
all
alone
.
Whether
he
beg'd
a
mate
it
is
not
known
,
Likely
his
want
might
send
him
to
the
spring
;
For
God
who
freely
gives
us
every
thing
,
Mercy
endears
by
instilling
the
desire
,
And
granting
that
which
humbly
we
require
:
Howe're
it
was
,
God
saw
his
solitude
And
gave
his
sentence
that
it
was
not
good
.
Yet
not
a
natural
,
nor
a
moral
ill
,
Because
his
solitude
was
not
his
will
Opposing
his
Creators
End
,
as
they
Who
into
caves
and
desarts
run
away
,
Seeking
perfection
in
that
state
,
wherein
A
good
was
wanting
when
man
had
no
sin
.
For
without
help
to
propagate
mankind
Gods
glory
had
been
to
one
brest
confin'd
,
Which
multiplied
Saints
,
do
now
conspire
Throughout
their
generations
to
admire
.
Mans
nature
had
not
been
the
sacred
shrine
,
Partner
and
bride
of
that
which
is
divine
;
The
Church
,
fruit
of
this
union
,
had
not
come
To
light
,
but
perisht
,
stifled
in
the
womb
.
Again
't
is
not
particularly
good
For
man
to
waste
his
life
in
solitude
,
Whose
nature
for
society
design'd
Can
no
full
joy
without
a
second
find
,
To
whom
he
may
communicate
his
heart
,
And
pay
back
all
the
pleasures
they
impart
;
For
all
the
joys
that
we
enjoy
alone
,
And
all
our
unseen
lustre
,
is
as
none
.
If
thus
want
of
a
partner
did
abate
Mans
happiness
in
mans
most
perfect
state
,
Much
more
hath
humane
nature
,
now
decay'd
,
Need
of
a
suitable
and
a
kind
aid
:
It
is
not
good
,
vertue
should
lie
obscure
,
That
barren
rocks
,
rich
treasures
should
immure
,
Which
our
kind
Lord
to
some
,
for
all
men
gave
,
That
all
might
share
of
all
his
bounties
have
.
Not
good
,
dark
Lanthorns
should
shut
up
the
light
Of
fair
example
,
made
for
the
dark
night
.
Not
good
,
experience
should
her
candle
hide
,
When
weak
ones
perish
,
wanting
her
bright
guide
.
Not
good
,
to
let
unactive
graces
chill
,
No
lively
warmth
receive
,
no
good
instil
By
quickning
converse
.
Thus
nor
are
the
great
,
The
wise
,
and
firm
,
permitted
to
retreat
,
Betraying
so
deserted
innocence
,
To
which
God
made
them
conduct
and
defence
.
Nor
may
the
simple
and
the
weak
expose
Themselves
alone
,
to
strong
and
subtile
foes
;
Men
for
each
others
mutual
help
were
made
,
The
meanest
may
afford
the
highest
aid
.
The
highest
to
necessity
must
yield
,
Even
Princes
are
beholding
to
the
field
.
He
that
from
mortal
converse
steals
away
Injures
himself
,
and
others
doth
betray
,
Whom
Providence
committed
to
his
trust
,
And
in
that
act
,
nor
prudent
is
nor
just
.
For
sweet
friends
both
in
pleasure
and
distress
,
Augment
the
joy
,
and
make
the
torment
less
.
Equal
delight
it
is
to
learn
and
teach
,
To
be
held
up
to
that
we
cannot
reach
,
And
others
from
the
abject
earth
to
raise
To
merit
,
and
to
give
deserved
praise
.
Wisdom
imparted
like
th'
encreasing
bread
,
Wherewith
the
Lord
so
many
thousands
fed
,
By
distribution
adds
to
its
own
store
,
And
still
the
more
it
gives
it
hath
the
more
.
Extended
Power
reaches
it self
a
crown
,
Gathering
up
those
whom
misery
casts
down
.
Love
raiseth
us
,
it self
to
heaven
doth
rise
,
By
vertues
varied
mutual
exercise
.
Sweet
love
,
the
life
of
life
,
which
cannot
shine
,
But
lies
like
Gold
concealed
in
the
Mine
,
Till
it
through
much
exchange
a
brightness
take
And
Conversation
doth
it
current
make
.
God
having
shew'd
his
creature
thus
the
need
Of
humane
helps
,
a
help
for
man
decreed
:
I
will
,
said
he
,
the
mans
meet
aid
provide
.
But
that
he
from
his
waking
view
might
hide
Such
a
mysterious
work
,
the
Lord
did
keep
All
Adam's
senses
fast
lock'd
up
in
sleep
.
Then
from
his
open'd
side
took
without
pain
A
cloathed
rib
,
and
clos'd
the
flesh
again
,
And
of
the
bone
did
a
fair
virgin
frame
Who
,
by
her
Maker
brought
,
to
Adam
came
And
was
in
matrimonial
Union
joyn'd
,
By
love
and
nature
happily
combin'd
.
Adam's
clear
understanding
at
first
view
His
wives
original
and
nature
knew
;
His
will
,
as
pure
,
did
thankfully
embrace
,
His
fathers
bounty
,
and
admir'd
his
grace
.
And
as
her
sweet
charms
did
his
heart
surprise
He
spoke
his
joy
in
these
glad
ecstacies
,
Thou
art
my
better
self
,
my
flesh
,
my
bone
,
We
late
of
one
made
two
,
again
in
one
Shall
reunite
,
and
with
the
frequent
birth
Of
our
joynt
issue
,
people
the
vast
earth
.
To
shew
that
thou
wert
taken
out
of
me
Isha
shall
be
thy
name
;
As
unto
thee
Ravisht
with
love
and
joy
my
soul
doth
cleave
,
So
men
hereafter
shall
their
fathers
leave
,
And
all
relations
else
,
which
are
most
dear
,
That
they
may
only
to
their
wives
adhere
;
When
marriage
male
and
female
doth
combine
Children
in
one
flesh
shall
two
parents
joyn
.
Lastly
,
God
,
who
the
sacred
knot
had
tied
,
With
blessing
his
own
Ordinance
sanctified
,
Encrease
,
said
he
,
and
multiply
your
race
,
Fill
th'
Earth
allotted
for
your
dwelling
place
,
I
give
you
right
to
all
her
fruits
and
plants
,
Dominion
over
her
inhabitants
;
The
fish
that
in
the
floods
deep
bosome
lie
,
All
Fowls
that
in
the
airy
region
flie
,
Whatever
lives
and
feeds
on
the
dry
land
,
Are
all
made
subject
under
your
command
.
The
grass
and
green
herbs
let
your
cattle
eat
,
And
let
the
richer
fruits
be
your
own
meat
,
Except
the
Tree
of
knowing
good
and
ill
,
That
by
the
precept
of
my
Soveraign
will
You
must
not
eat
,
for
in
the
day
you
do
,
Inevitable
death
shall
seize
on
you
.
Thus
God
did
the
first
marriage
celebrate
While
man
was
in
his
unpolluted
state
,
And
th'
undefiled
bed
with
honour
deckt
,
Though
perversemen
the
Ordinance
reject
,
And
pulling
all
its
sacred
Ensigns
down
To
the
white
Virgin
only
give
the
crown
.
Nor
yet
is
marriage
grown
less
sacred
since
Man
fell
from
his
created
excellence
,
Necessity
now
raises
its
esteem
,
Which
doth
mankind
from
deaths
vast
jaws
redeem
,
Who
even
in
their
graves
are
yet
alive
,
While
they
in
their
posterity
survive
.
In
it
they
find
a
comfort
and
an
aid
,
In
all
the
ills
which
humane
life
invade
.
This
curbs
and
cures
wild
passions
that
arise
,
Repairs
times
daily
wasts
,
with
new
supplies
;
When
the
declining
mothers
youthful
grace
Lies
dead
and
buried
in
her
wrinkled
face
,
In
her
fair
daughters
it
revives
and
grows
,
And
her
dead
Cinder
in
their
new
flames
glows
.
And
though
this
state
may
sometimes
prove
accurst
,
For
of
best
things
,
still
the
corruption's
worst
,
Sin
so
destroys
an
institution
good
,
Provided
against
death
and
solitude
.
Eve
out
of
sleeping
Adam
formed
thus
A
sweet
instructive
emblem
is
to
us
,
How
waking
Providence
is
active
still
To
do
us
good
,
and
to
avert
our
ill
,
When
we
lock'd
up
in
stupefaction
lie
,
Not
dreaming
that
our
blessings
are
so
nigh
.
Blessings
wrought
out
by
providence
alone
Without
the
least
assistance
of
our
own
.
Mans
help
produc'd
in
death-like
sleep
doth
show
,
Our
choicest
mercies
out
of
dead
wombs
flow
.
So
from
the
second
Adams
bleeding
side
God
form'd
the
Gospel
Church
,
his
mystique
Bride
,
Whose
strength
was
only
of
his
firmness
made
,
His
blood
,
quick
spirits
into
ours
convey'd
:
His
wasted
flesh
our
wasted
flesh
supplied
,
And
we
were
then
revived
when
he
died
.
Who
wak'd
from
that
short
sleep
with
joy
did
view
The
Virgin
fair
that
out
of
his
wounds
grew
,
Presented
by
th'
eternal
Fathers
grace
Unto
his
everlasting
kind
embrace
:
My
spouse
,
my
sister
,
said
he
,
thou
art
mine
;
I
and
my
death
,
I
and
my
life
are
thine
;
For
thee
I
did
my
heavenly
Father
quit
That
thou
with
me
on
my
high
throne
mayst
sit
,
My
mothers
humane
flesh
in
death
did
leave
For
thee
,
that
I
to
thee
might
only
cleave
,
Redeem
thee
from
the
confines
of
dark
hell
,
And
evermore
in
thy
dear
bosome
dwell
:
From
heaven
I
did
descend
to
fetch
up
thee
,
Rose
from
the
grave
that
thou
mightst
reign
with
me
.
Henceforth
no
longer
two
but
one
we
are
,
Thou
dost
my
merit
,
life
,
grace
,
glory
share
:
As
my
victorious
triumphs
are
all
thine
,
So
are
thy
injuries
and
sufferings
mine
,
Which
I
for
thee
will
vanquish
as
my
own
,
And
give
thee
rest
in
the
celestial
throne
:
The
Bride
with
these
caresses
entertain'd
In
naked
beauty
doth
before
him
stand
,
And
knows
no
shame
purg'd
from
all
foul
desire
Whose
secret
guilt
kindles
the
blushing
fire
.
Her
glorious
Lord
is
naked
too
,
no
more
Conceal'd
in
types
and
shadows
as
before
.
So
our
first
parents
innocently
did
Behold
that
nakedness
which
since
is
hid
,
That
lust
may
not
catch
fire
from
beauties
flame
Engendring
thoughts
which
die
the
cheeks
with
shame
,
Thus
heaven
and
earth
their
full
perfection
had
,
Thus
all
their
hosts
and
ornaments
were
made
,
Armies
of
Angels
had
the
highest
place
,
Bright
starry
hosts
the
lower
heaven
did
grace
,
The
Mutes
encamped
in
the
waters
were
,
The
winged
troops
were
quartered
in
the
air
,
The
walking
animals
,
as
th'
infantry
Of
th'
Universal
Host
,
at
large
did
lie
Spread
over
all
the
earths
most
ample
face
,
Each
regiment
in
its
assigned
place
.
Paradise
the
head
quarter
was
,
and
there
The
Emperour
to
his
Viceroy
did
appear
,
Him
in
his
regal
Office
did
install
,
A
general
muster
of
his
hosts
did
call
,
Resigning
up
into
his
sole
command
The
numerous
Tribes
,
that
fill
doth
sea
and
land
.
As
each
kind
severally
had
before
Blessing
and
approbation
,
so
once
more
,
When
all
together
God
his
works
review'd
,
The
blessing
was
confirmed
and
renew'd
.
And
with
the
sixth
day
the
Creation
ceast
.
The
seventh
day
the
Lord
himself
did
rest
,
And
made
it
a
perpetual
Ordinance
then
To
be
observ'd
by
every
age
of
men
,
That
after
six
days
honest
labour
they
His
precept
and
example
should
obey
,
As
he
did
his
,
their
works
surcease
,
and
spend
That
day
in
sacred
rest
,
till
that
day
end
,
And
in
its
number
back
again
return
,
Still
consecrated
,
till
it
have
outworn
All
other
time
,
and
that
alone
remain
,
When
neither
toyl
,
nor
burthen
,
shall
again
The
weary
lives
of
mortal
men
infest
,
Nor
intermit
their
holy
,
happy
rest
.
Nor
is
this
Rest
sacred
to
idleness
,
God
,
a
perpetual
Act
,
sloth
cannot
bless
.
He
ceast
not
from
his
own
celestial
joy
,
Which
doth
himself
perpetually
employ
In
contemplation
of
himself
,
and
those
Most
excellent
works
,
wherein
himself
he
shows
;
He
only
ceast
from
making
lower
things
,
By
which
,
as
steps
,
the
mounting
soul
he
brings
To
th'
upmost
height
,
and
having
finisht
these
Himself
did
in
his
own
productions
please
,
Full
satisfied
in
their
perfection
,
Rested
from
what
he
had
compleatly
done
;
And
made
his
pattern
our
instruction
,
That
we
,
as
far
as
finite
creatures
may
Trace
him
that
's
infinite
,
should
in
our
way
Rest
as
our
Father
did
,
work
as
he
wrought
,
Nor
cease
till
we
have
to
perfection
brought
Whatever
to
his
glory
we
intend
,
Still
making
ours
,
the
same
which
was
his
end
:
As
his
works
in
commands
begin
,
and
have
Conclusion
in
the
blessings
which
he
gave
,
So
must
his
Word
give
being
to
all
ours
;
And
since
th'
events
are
not
in
our
own
powers
,
We
must
his
blessing
beg
,
his
great
name
bless
,
And
make
our
thanks
the
crown
of
our
success
.
As
God
first
heaven
did
for
man
prepare
,
Men
last
for
heaven
created
were
,
So
should
we
all
our
actions
regulate
,
Which
heaven
,
both
first
and
last
,
should
terminate
,
And
in
whatever
circle
else
they
run
,
There
should
they
end
,
there
should
they
be
begun
,
There
seek
their
pattern
,
and
derive
from
thence
Their
whole
direction
and
their
influence
.
As
when
th'
Almighty
this
low
world
did
frame
,
Life
by
degrees
to
its
perfection
came
,
In
Vegetation
first
sprung
up
,
to
sense
Ascended
next
,
and
climb'd
to
reason
thence
,
So
we
,
pursuing
our
attainments
,
should
Press
forward
from
what
's
positively
good
,
Still
climbing
higher
,
until
we
reach
the
best
,
And
that
acquir'd
for
ever
fix
our
rest
.
Our
souls
so
ravisht
with
the
joys
divine
That
they
no
more
to
creatures
can
decline
.
As
Gods
Rest
was
but
a
more
high
retreat
From
the
delights
of
this
inferiour
seat
,
So
must
our
souls
upon
our
Sabbaths
climb
,
Above
the
world
,
sequestred
for
that
time
,
From
those
legitimate
delights
,
which
may
Rejoyce
us
here
upon
a
common
day
.
As
God
,
his
works
compleated
,
did
retire
To
be
ador'd
by
the
Angelick
Quire
,
So
when
on
us
the
seventh
days
light
doth
shine
,
Should
we
our selves
to
Gods
assemblies
joyn
,
Thither
all
hearts
,
as
one
pure
offring
,
bring
And
all
with
one
accord
adore
our
King.
This
seventh
day
the
Lord
to
mankind
gave
,
Nor
is
it
the
least
priviledge
we
have
.
And
ours
peculiarly
.
The
Orbs
above
Aswell
the
seventh
as
the
sixth
day
move
,
The
rain
descends
and
the
fierce
tempest
blows
,
On
it
the
restless
Ocean
ebbs
and
flows
:
Bees
that
day
fill
the
hive
,
and
on
that
day
Ants
their
provisions
in
their
store-house
lay
,
All
creatures
plie
their
works
,
no
beast
But
those
which
mankind
use
,
share
in
that
rest
:
Which
God
indulg'd
only
to
humane
race
,
That
they
in
it
might
come
before
his
face
To
celebrate
his
worship
and
his
praise
,
And
gain
a
blessing
upon
all
their
days
.
O
wretched
souls
of
perverse
men
,
who
slight
So
great
a
grace
,
refuse
such
rich
delight
,
Which
the
inferiour
creatures
cannot
share
,
To
which
alone
their
natures
fitted
are
,
And
whereby
favour'd
men
admitted
be
Into
the
angels
blest
societle
.
Yet
is
this
Rest
but
a
far
distant
view
Of
that
celestial
life
which
we
pursue
,
By
Satan
oft
so
interrupted
here
,
That
little
of
its
glory
doth
appear
,
Nor
can
our
souls
sick
,
languid
appetite
Feast
upon
such
substantial
,
strong
delight
.
As
musick
pains
the
grieved
aking
head
,
With
which
the
healthful
sense
is
sweetly
fed
;
So
duties
wherein
sound
hearts
full
joys
find
,
Fetters
and
sad
loads
are
to
a
sick
mind
,
Till
it
thereto
by
force
it self
mure
,
And
from
a
loathing
fall
to
love
its
cure
.
God
for
his
worship
kept
one
day
of
seven
,
The
other
six
to
man
for
mans
use
given
;
Adam
,
although
so
highly
dignified
,
Was
not
to
spend
in
idle
ease
and
pride
Nor
supine
sleep
,
drunk
with
his
sensual
pleasures
,
Profusely
wasting
th'
Empires
sacred
treasures
,
As
now
his
faln
sons
do
,
that
arrogate
His
forfeited
dominion
,
and
high
state
;
But
God
his
dayly
Business
did
ordain
That
Kings
,
hence
taught
,
might
in
their
Realms
maintain
Fair
order
,
serving
those
whom
they
command
,
As
guardians
,
not
as
owners
of
the
land
,
Not
being
set
there
,
to
pluck
up
and
destroy
Those
plants
,
whose
culture
should
their
cares
employ
.
Nor
doth
this
precept
only
Kings
comprize
,
The
meanest
must
his
little
paradise
With
no
less
vigilance
and
care
attend
Than
Princes
on
their
vast
enclosures
spend
.
All
hence
must
learn
their
duty
,
to
suppress
Th'
intrusions
of
a
sordid
idleness
.
Who
form'd
,
could
have
preserv'd
the
garden
fair
Without
th'
employment
of
mans
busie
care
,
But
that
he
will'd
that
our
delight
should
be
The
wages
of
our
constant
industrie
,
That
we
his
ever
bounteous
hand
might
bless
Crowning
our
honest
labours
with
success
,
And
tast
the
joy
men
reap
in
their
own
fruit
,
Loving
that
more
to
which
they
contribute
Either
the
labour
of
their
hands
or
brains
,
Than
better
things
produc'd
by
others
pains
.
Led
by
desire
,
fed
with
fair
hope
,
the
fruit
Oft-times
delights
not
more
than
the
pursuit
.
For
man
a
nature
hath
to
action
prone
,
That
languishes
,
and
sickens
finding
none
.
As
standing
pools
corrupt
,
water
that
flows
,
More
pure
,
by
its
continual
current
,
grows
,
So
humane
kind
by
active
exercise
,
Do
to
the
heights
of
their
perfection
rise
,
While
their
stock'd
glory
comes
to
no
ripe
growth
,
Whose
lives
corrupt
in
idleness
and
sloth
Which
is
not
natural
,
but
a
disease
,
That
doth
upon
the
flesh-cloy'd
spirit
seize
.
Where
health
untainted
is
,
then
the
sound
mind
In
its
employment
doth
its
pleasure
find
.
But
when
death
,
or
its
representer
sleep
Upon
the
mortals
tired
members
creep
,
This
during
its
dull
reign
doth
life
suspend
,
That
ceasing
action
,
puts
it
to
an
end
.
Lastly
since
God
himself
did
man
employ
To
dress
up
Paradise
,
that
moderate
joy
Which
from
this
fair
creation
we
derive
,
Is
not
our
sin
but
our
prerogative
,
If
bounded
so
,
as
we
fix
not
our
rest
In
creatures
which
but
transient
are
at
best
,
Yet
't
is
sin
to
neglect
,
not
use
,
or
prize
,
As
well
as
't
is
to
wast
and
idolize
.
Canto
IV.
GOod
were
all
natures
as
God
made
them
all
,
Good
was
his
Will
permitting
some
to
fall
,
That
th'
rest
renouncing
their
frail
strength
might
stand
Humble
and
firm
in
his
supporting
hand
,
His
wisdome
and
omnipotence
might
own
,
When
his
Foes
power
and
craft
is
overthrown
,
Seeing
his
hate
of
sin
,
might
thence
confess
His
pure
innate
and
perfect
Holiness
,
And
that
the
glory
of
his
Justice
might
In
the
Rebels
torturing
flames
seem
bright
.
That
th'
ever
bless'd
Redeemer
might
take
place
To
illustrate
his
rich
mercy
and
free
grace
Whereby
he
fallen
sinners
doth
restore
To
fuller
bliss
than
they
enjoy'd
before
;
That
Vertue
might
in
its
clear
brightness
shine
Which
like
rich
ore
concealed
in
the
mine
Had
not
been
known
,
but
that
opposing
vice
Illustrates
it
by
frequent
exercise
.
If
all
were
good
,
whence
then
arose
the
ill
?
'T
was
not
in
Gods
,
but
in
the
creatures
will
,
Averting
from
that
good
,
which
is
supream
,
Corrupted
so
,
as
a
declining
stream
That
breaks
off
its
communion
with
its
head
,
By
whom
its
life
and
sweetness
late
were
fed
,
Turns
to
a
noisome
,
dead
,
and
poysonous
Lake
,
Infecting
all
who
the
foul
waters
take
:
Or
as
a
Branch
cut
from
the
living
Tree
,
Passes
into
contempt
immediately
,
And
dies
divided
from
its
glorious
stock
;
So
strength
disjoyned
from
the
living
rock
,
Turns
to
contemned
imbecillity
,
And
doth
to
all
its
grace
and
glory
die
.
Some
new-made
Angels
thus
,
not
more
sublime
In
nature
,
than
transcending
in
their
crime
,
Quitting
th'
eternal
fountain
of
their
light
,
Became
the
first-born
sons
of
woe
and
night
,
Princes
of
Darkness
,
and
the
sad
Abysse
,
Which
now
their
cursed
place
and
portion
is
,
Where
they
no
more
must
fee
Gods
glorious
face
Nor
ever
taste
of
his
refreshing
grace
,
But
in
the
fire
of
his
fierce
anger
dwell
,
Which
though
it
burns
,
enlightens
not
their
Hell.
But
circumstances
that
we
cannot
know
Of
their
rebellion
and
their
overthrow
We
will
not
dare
t'
invent
,
nor
will
we
take
Guesses
from
the
reports
themselves
did
make
To
their
old
Priests
,
to
whom
they
did
devise
To
inspire
some
truths
,
wrapt
up
in
many
lies
;
Such
as
their
gross
poetick
fables
are
,
Saturn's
extrusion
,
the
bold
giants
war
,
Division
of
the
universal
realm
,
To
Gods
that
in
high
heaven
steer
the
helm
,
Others
who
all
things
in
the
Ocean
guide
,
And
those
who
in
th'
infernal
Court
preside
,
Who
there
a
vast
and
gloomy
Empire
sway
,
Whom
all
the
Furies
and
the
Ghosts
obey
.
But
not
to
name
these
foolish
impious
tales
,
Which
stifle
truth
in
her
pretended
veils
,
Let
us
in
its
own
blazing
conduct
go
,
And
look
no
further
than
that
light
doth
show
;
Wherein
we
see
the
present
powers
of
hell
,
Before
they
under
Gods
displeasure
fell
,
Were
once
endued
with
grace
and
excellence
,
Beyond
the
comprehension
of
our
sense
,
Pure
holy
lights
in
the
bright
heaven
were
Blazing
about
the
throne
,
but
not
fixt
there
;
Where
,
by
the
Apostasie
of
their
own
will
,
Precipitating
them
into
all
ill
,
And
Gods
just
wrath
,
whose
eyes
are
far
too
pure
Stain'd
and
polluted
objects
to
endure
,
They
fell
like
lightning
,
hurl'd
in
his
fierce
ire
,
And
falling
,
set
the
lower
world
on
fire
:
Which
their
loose
prison
is
where
they
remain
,
And
walk
as
criminals
under
Gods
chain
;
Until
the
last
and
great
assizes
come
,
When
Execution
shall
seal
up
their
doom
.
Thus
are
they
now
to
their
created
light
,
Unto
all
Truth
,
and
Goodness
opposite
,
Hating
the
Peace
and
Joy
that
reigns
above
,
Vainly
contending
to
extinguish
love
,
Ruine
Gods
sacred
Empire
,
and
destroy
That
blessedness
they
never
can
enjoy
.
A
Chief
they
have
,
whose
Soveraign
power
and
place
But
adds
to'his
sin
,
his
torture
,
and
disgrace
.
An
order
too
there
is
in
their
dire
state
,
Though
they
all
Orders
else
disturb
and
hate
.
Ten
thousand
thousand
wicked
spirits
stand
,
Attending
their
black
Prince
,
at
his
command
,
To
all
imaginable
evils
prest
,
That
may
promote
their
common
interest
.
Nor
are
they
linked
thus
by
faith
and
love
,
But
hate
of
God
and
goodness
,
which
doth
move
The
same
endeavours
and
desires
in
all
,
Lest
civil
wars
should
make
their
Empire
fall
.
An
Empire
which
the
Almighty
doth
permit
,
Yet
so
as
he
controlls
and
limits
it
.
Suffering
their
rage
sometimes
to
take
effect
,
Only
to
be
the
more
severely
checkt
;
When
he
produces
a
contrary
end
,
From
what
they
did
malitiously
intend
,
Befools
their
wisdome
,
crosses
their
designs
,
And
blows
them
up
in
their
own
crafty
mines
,
Allows
them
play
in
the
entangling
net
,
So
to
be
faster
in
damnation
set
,
Submits
them
to
each
others
tyrannies
,
Who
did
Gods
softer
sacred
bonds
despise
,
Le
ts
them
still
fight
,
who
never
can
prevail
,
More
curs'd
if
they
succeed
,
than
if
they
fail
,
Since
every
soul
the
Rebels
gain
from
God
,
Adds
but
another
Scorpion
to
that
rod
,
Bound
up
,
that
they
may
mutual
torturers
be
,
Tormented
and
tormenting
equally
.
As
a
wise
General
that
doth
design
To
keep
his
Army
still
in
discipline
,
Suffers
the
embodying
of
some
slighter
foes
,
Which
he
at
his
own
pleasure
can
enclose
,
And
vanquish
,
that
he
justly
may
chastise
Their
folly
,
and
his
own
troops
exercise
,
Their
vigilance
,
their
faith
and
valour
prove
;
Endearing
them
thereby
to
his
own
love
,
As
he
alike
endears
himself
to
theirs
,
By
his
continual
succours
and
kind
cares
:
So
the
Almighty
gives
the
Devils
scope
,
Who
though
they
are
excluded
from
all
hope
Of
e're
escaping
,
no
reluctance
have
,
But
like
the
desperate
villain
they
make
brave
,
To
death
pursue
their
bold
attempts
,
that
all
O're
whom
they
cannot
reign
,
with
them
may
fall
.
And
tho'
Gods
watchful
guards
besiege
them
round
That
none
can
pass
their
strict
prescribed
bound
,
Yet
make
they
daily
sallies
in
their
pride
,
Which
still
repulst
the
holy
host
deride
.
Their
malice
in
it self
and
its
event
,
Being
equally
a
crime
and
punishment
.
Thus
though
sin
in
it self
be
ill
,
't
is
good
That
sin
should
be
,
for
thereby
rectitude
Thorough
oppos'd
iniquity
,
as
light
By
shades
,
is
more
conspicuous
and
more
bright
.
The
wonderful
creation
of
mankind
,
For
lasting
glory
and
rich
grace
design'd
,
The
blessed
angels
look'd
on
with
delight
,
Gladded
to
see
us
climb
so
near
their
height
;
Above
all
other
works
,
next
in
degree
,
And
capable
of
their
societie
.
But
't
was
far
otherwise
with
those
that
fell
Mans
destin'd
heaven
,
encreas'd
their
hell
,
While
they
burnt
with
a
proud
malitious
spite
To
see
a
new-made
,
earth-born
favourite
,
For
their
high
seats
and
empty
thrones
design'd
;
Therefore
both
against
God
and
man
combin'd
,
To
hinder
Gods
decree
from
taking
place
,
And
to
devest
man
of
his
Makers
grace
;
Which
while
he
in
a
pure
obedience
stood
,
They
knew
,
not
all
their
force
nor
cunning
cou'd
,
But
if
they
could
with
any
false
pretence
Inveigle
him
to
quit
his
innocence
,
They
hop'd
death
would
prevent
the
dreaded
womb
From
whence
their
happier
successors
must
come
.
Wherefore
th'
accursed
Soveraign
of
hell
Thinking
no
other
Devil
could
so
well
Act
this
ill
part
,
whose
consequence
was
high
Enough
to
engage
his
hateful
majesty
,
Himself
exposes
for
the
common
cause
,
And
with
his
hellish
kingdomes
full
applause
,
Goes
forth
,
putting
himself
into
disguise
,
And
so
within
a
bright
scal'd
serpent
lies
,
Folded
about
the
fair
forbidden
tree
,
Watching
a
wish'd
for
opportunitie
,
Which
Eve
soon
gave
him
,
coming
there
alone
So
to
be
first
and
easier
overthrown
;
On
whose
weak
side
,
th'
assault
had
not
been
made
Had
she
not
from
her
firm
protection
stray'd
;
But
so
the
Devil
then
,
so
leud
men
now
Prevail
,
when
women
privacies
allow
,
And
to
those
flatt'ring
whispers
lend
an
ear
Which
even
impudence
it self
would
fear
To
utter
in
the
presence
of
a
friend
,
Whose
vertuous
awe
our
frailty
might
defend
.
Though
unexperience
might
excuse
Eves
fault
,
Yet
those
who
now
give
way
to
an
assault
,
By
suffring
it
alone
,
none
can
exempt
From
the
just
blame
that
they
their
tempters
tempt
,
And
by
vain
confidence
themselves
betray
,
Fondly
secure
in
a
known
desperate
way
.
As
Eve
stood
near
the
tree
,
the
subtile
beast
,
By
Satan
mov'd
,
his
speech
to
her
addrest
Hath
God
,
said
he
,
forbid
that
you
should
tast
These
pleasant
fruits
,
which
in
your
eyes
are
plac't
,
Why
are
the
tempting
boughs
expos'd
,
if
you
May
not
delight
your
palates
with
your
view
?
God
,
said
the
woman
,
gives
us
libertie
To
eat
without
restraint
of
every
tree
Which
in
the
garden
grows
,
but
only
one
;
Restrain'd
by
such
a
prohibition
,
We
dare
not
touch
it
,
for
when
e're
we
do
A
certain
death
will
our
offence
ensue
.
Then
did
the
wicked
subtile
beast
replie
,
Ah
simple
wretch
,
you
shall
not
surely
die
,
God
enviously
to
you
this
fruit
denies
,
He
knows
that
eating
it
,
will
make
you
wise
,
Of
good
and
ill
give
you
discerning
sense
,
And
raise
you
to
a
god-like
excellence
.
Eve
quickly
caught
in
the
foul
hunters
net
,
Believ'd
that
death
was
only
a
vain
threat
,
Her
unbelief
quenching
religious
dread
Infectious
counsel
in
her
bosome
bred
,
Dissatisfaction
with
her
present
state
And
fond
ambition
of
a
godlike
height
.
Who
now
applies
herself
to
its
pursuit
,
With
longing
eyes
looks
on
the
lovely
fruit
,
First
nicely
plucks
,
then
eats
with
full
delight
,
And
gratifies
her
murderous
appetite
;
Poyson'd
with
the
sweet
relish
of
her
sin
,
Before
her
inward
torturing
pangs
begin
,
The
pleasure
to
her
husband
she
commends
,
And
he
by
her
persuasion
too
offends
,
As
by
the
serpents
she
before
had
done
.
Hence
learn
pernicious
councellors
to
shun
.
Within
the
snake
the
crafty
tempter
smil'd
To
see
mankind
so
easily
beguil'd
,
But
laugh
not
Satan
,
God
shall
thee
deride
,
The
Son
of
God
and
Man
shall
scourge
thy
pride
,
And
in
the
time
of
vengeance
shall
exact
A
punishment
on
thee
,
for
this
accursed
fact
.
Now
wrought
the
poyson
on
the
guilty
pair
,
Who
with
confusion
on
each
,
other
stare
,
While
death
possession
takes
,
and
enters
in
At
the
wide
breach
,
laid
open
by
their
sin
.
Sound
health
and
joy
before
th'
intruder
fled
,
Sickness
and
sorrow
coming
in
their
stead
.
Their
late
sweet
calm
did
now
for
ever
cease
,
Storms
in
all
quarters
drove
away
their
peace
;
Dread
,
guilt
,
remorse
in
the
benighted
soul
,
Like
raging
billows
on
each
other
rowl
;
Deaths
harbingers
waste
in
each
province
make
,
While
thundring
terrours
mans
whole
Island
shake
.
Within
,
without
,
disorder'd
in
the
storm
,
The
colour
fades
,
and
tremblings
change
the
form
,
Heat
melts
their
substance
,
cold
their
joynts
benumbs
,
Dull
languishment
their
vigour
overcomes
.
Grief
conquer'd
beauty
lays
down
all
her
arms
,
And
mightier
woe
dissolves
her
late
strong
charms
,
Shame
doth
their
looks
deject
,
no
chearful
grace
,
No
pleasant
smiles
,
appear
in
their
sad
face
,
They
see
themselves
fool'd
,
cheated
,
and
betray'd
,
And
naked
in
the
view
of
heaven
made
;
No
glory
compasses
the
drooping
head
,
The
sight
of
their
own
ugliness
they
dread
,
And
curtains
of
broad
,
thin
Fig-leaves
devise
To
hide
themselves
from
their
own
weeping
eyes
;
But
,
Ah
,
these
coverings
were
too
slight
and
thin
To
ward
their
shame
off
,
or
to
keep
out
sin
,
Or
the
keen
airs
quick
piercing
shafts
,
which
through
Both
leaves
and
pores
into
the
bowels
flew
.
While
they
remain'd
in
their
pure
innocence
It
was
their
robe
of
glory
and
defence
:
But
when
sin
tore
that
mantle
off
,
they
found
Their
members
were
all
naked
,
all
uncrown'd
;
Their
purity
in
every
place
defil'd
,
Their
vest
of
righteousness
all
torn
and
spoyl'd
.
Wherefore
,
through
guilt
,
the
late
lov'd
light
they
shun
,
And
into
the
obscurest
shadow
run
;
But
in
no
darkness
can
their
quiet
find
,
Carrying
within
them
a
disturbed
mind
,
Which
doth
their
cureless
folly
represent
,
And
makes
them
curse
their
late
experiment
;
Wishing
they
had
been
pure
and
ignorant
still
,
Nor
coveted
the
knowledge
of
their
ill
.
Ah
thus
it
is
that
yet
we
learn
our
good
,
Till
it
be
lost
,
but
seldome
understood
,
Rich
blessings
,
while
we
have
them
,
little
prize
.
Until
their
want
their
value
magnifies
,
And
equally
doth
our
remorse
encrease
For
having
cast
away
such
happiness
.
O
wretched
man
!
who
at
so
dear
a
rate
Purchas'd
the
knowledge
of
his
own
frail
state
,
Knowledge
of
small
advantage
to
the
wise
,
Which
only
their
affliction
multiplies
,
While
they
in
painful
study
vex
their
brain
,
Pursuing
what
they
never
can
attain
;
And
what
would
not
avail
them
if
acquir'd
,
Till
at
the
length
with
fruitless
labour
tir'd
,
All
that
the
learned
and
the
wise
can
find
Is
but
a
vain
disturbance
of
the
mind
,
A
sense
of
mans
inevitable
woes
,
Which
he
but
little
feels
,
who
little
knows
;
While
mortals
,
holding
on
their
error
,
still
Pursue
the
knowledge
both
of
good
and
ill
,
They
neither
of
them
perfectly
attain
,
But
in
a
dark
tumultuous
state
remain
;
Till
sense
of
ill
,
encreasing
like
nights
shade
,
Or
hath
a
blot
of
good
impressions
made
,
Or
good
,
victorious
as
the
morning
light
,
Triumph
over
the
vanquisht
opposite
.
For
both
at
once
abide
not
in
one
place
,
Good
knowledge
flies
from
them
who
ill
embrace
.
So
were
our
parents
fill'd
with
guilt
and
fear
,
When
in
the
groves
they
Gods
approaches
hear
,
And
from
the
terrour
of
his
presence
fled
;
Whether
their
own
convictions
caus'd
their
dread
,
For
inward
guilt
of
conscience
might
suffice
To
chace
vile
sinners
from
his
purer
eyes
;
Or
nature
felt
an
angry
Gods
descent
,
Which
shook
the
earth
,
and
tore
the
firmament
,
We
are
not
told
,
nor
will
too
far
enquire
.
Lightnings
and
tempests
might
speak
forth
his
ire
.
For
at
the
day
of
universal
doom
The
great
Judge
shall
in
flaming
vengeance
come
;
An
all-consuming
fire
shall
go
before
,
Whirlwinds
and
thunder
shall
about
him
roar
,
Horror
shall
darken
the
whole
troubled
skies
,
And
bloody
veils
shall
hide
the
worlds
bright
eyes
,
While
stars
from
the
dissolving
heaven
drop
down
,
And
funeral
blazes
every
Turret
crown
.
The
clouds
shall
be
confounded
with
the
waves
,
The
yawning
earth
shall
open
all
her
graves
,
Loud
fragors
shall
firm
rocks
in
sunder
rend
,
Cleft
mountains
shall
hells
fiery
jaws
distend
,
Vomiting
cinders
,
sulphur
,
pitch
,
and
flame
,
Which
shall
consume
the
worlds
unjoynted
frame
,
And
turn
the
Paradises
we
admire
Into
an
ever-boyling
lake
of
fire
.
But
God
then
,
in
his
rich
grace
,
did
delay
These
dismalterrors
,
till
the
last
great
day
.
Yet
even
his
first
approach
created
dread
,
And
the
poor
mortals
from
his
anger
fled
;
Until
a
calmer
voice
their
sense
did
greet
.
Love
even
when
it
chides
is
kind
and
sweet
.
The
sense
of
wrath
far
from
the
fear'd
Power
drives
,
The
sense
of
Love
brings
home
the
fugitives
.
Souls
flying
God
into
despair
next
fall
,
Thence
into
hate
,
till
black
hell
close
up
all
.
But
if
sweet
mercy
meet
them
on
the
way
,
That
milder
voyce
,
first
doth
their
mad
flight
stay
,
And
their
ill-quitted
hope
again
restore
,
Then
love
that
was
forsaking
them
before
Returns
with
a
more
flaming
strong
desire
Of
those
sweet
joys
from
which
it
did
retire
,
And
in
their
absence
woe
and
terror
found
,
And
all
those
plagues
that
can
a
poor
soul
wound
.
While
thus
this
love
with
holy
ardour
burns
,
The
bleeding
sinner
to
his
God
returns
,
And
prostrate
at
his
throne
of
grace
doth
lie
,
If
death
he
cannot
shun
,
yet
there
to
die
.
Where
Mercy
still
doth
fainting
souls
revive
,
And
in
its
kind
embraces
keep
alive
A
gentler
fire
,
than
what
it
lately
felt
Under
the
sense
of
wrath
.
The
soul
doth
melt
,
Like
precious
Ore
,
which
when
men
would
refine
Doth
in
its
liquefaction
brightly
shine
;
In
cleansing
penitential
meltings
so
Foul
sinners
once
again
illustrious
grow
,
When
Christs
all-heating
softning
spirit
,
hath
Their
Furnance
been
,
and
his
pure
blood
their
Bath
.
Now
though
Gods
wrath
bring
not
the
sinner
home
,
Who
only
by
sweet
love
attracted
come
,
Yet
is
it
necessary
that
the
sense
Of
it
,
should
make
us
know
the
excellence
,
And
taste
the
pleasantness
of
pardoning
grace
,
That
we
may
it
with
fuller
joy
embrace
;
Which
when
it
brings
a
frighted
wretch
from
hell
Makes
it
love
more
,
than
those
who
never
fell
:
But
mankinds
love
to
God
grows
by
degrees
,
As
he
more
clearly
Gods
sweet
mercy
sees
,
And
God
at
first
reveals
not
all
his
grace
,
That
men
more
ardently
may
seek
his
face
,
Averted
by
their
folly
and
their
pride
,
Which
makes
them
their
confounded
faces
hide
.
As
still
the
Sun
's
the
same
behind
the
clouds
,
Such
is
Gods
love
,
which
his
kind
anger
shrouds
,
Which
doth
not
all
at
once
it self
reveal
,
But
first
in
the
thick
shadows
that
conceal
Its
glory
,
doth
attenuation
cause
;
Then
the
black
,
dismal
curtain
softly
draws
,
And
lets
some
glimmering
light
of
hope
appear
,
Which
rather
is
a
lessening
of
our
fear
,
Than
an
assurance
of
our
joy
and
peace
,
A
truce
with
misery
,
rather
than
release
.
Thus
had
not
God
come
in
mankind
had
died
Without
repair
,
yet
came
he
first
to
chide
,
To
urge
their
sin
,
with
its
sad
consequence
,
And
make
them
feel
the
weight
of
their
offence
.
To
'
examine
and
arraign
them
at
his
bar
,
And
shew
them
what
vile
criminals
they
were
:
But
ah
!
our
utterance
here
is
choak'd
with
woe
,
With
tardy
steps
from
Paradise
we
go
.
Then
let
us
pause
on
our
lost
joys
a
while
Before
we
enter
on
our
sad
exile
.
Canto
V.
SAd
Natures
sighs
gave
the
Alarms
,
And
all
her
frighted
hosts
stood
to
their
arms
,
Waiting
whom
the
great
Soveraign
would
employ
His
all
deserted
rebels
to
destroy
:
When
God
descended
out
of
heaven
above
His
disobedient
Viceroy
to
remove
.
Yet
though
himself
had
seen
the
forfeiture
,
Which
distance
could
not
from
his
eyes
obscure
,
To
teach
his
future
Substitutes
how
they
Should
judgements
execute
in
a
right
way
,
He
would
not
unexamin'd
facts
condemn
,
Nor
punish
sinners
without
hearing
them
.
Therefore
cites
to
his
bar
the
Criminals
,
And
Adam
first
out
of
his
covert
calls
,
Where
art
thou
Adam
?
the
Almighty
said
,
Here
Lord
,
the
trembling
sinner
answer
made
,
Amongst
the
trees
I
in
the
garden
heard
Thy
voice
,
and
being
naked
was
afeard
,
Nor
durst
I
so
thy
purer
sight
abide
,
Therefore
my self
did
in
this
shelter
hide
.
Hast
thou
(
said
God
)
eat
the
forbidden
tree
,
Or
who
declar'd
thy
nakedness
to
thee
?
She
,
answer'd
Adam
,
whom
thou
didst
create
To
be
my
helper
and
associate
,
Gave
me
the
fatal
fruit
,
and
I
did
eat
;
Then
Eve
was
also
call'd
from
her
retreat
,
Woman
what
hast
thou
done
?
th'
Almighty
said
;
Lord
,
answer'd
she
,
the
serpent
me
betray'd
,
And
I
did
eat
.
Thus
did
they
both
confess
Their
guilt
,
and
vainly
sought
to
make
it
less
,
By
such
extenuations
,
as
well
weigh'd
,
The
sin
,
so
circumstanc'd
,
more
sinful
made
:
A
course
which
still
half
softned
sinners
use
,
Transferring
blame
their
own
faults
to
excuse
,
They
care
not
how
,
nor
where
,
and
oftentimes
On
God
himself
obliquely
charge
their
crimes
,
Expostulating
in
their
discontent
,
As
if
he
caus'd
what
he
did
not
prevent
;
Which
Adam
wickedly
implies
,
when
he
Cries
,
'T
was
the
woman
That
thou
gavest
me
;
Oft-times
make
that
the
devils
guilt
alone
,
Which
was
as
well
and
equally
their
own
.
His
lies
could
never
have
prevail'd
on
Eve
But
that
she
wisht
them
truth
,
and
did
believe
A
forgery
that
suited
her
desire
,
Whose
haughty
heart
was
prone
enough
to
'
aspire
.
The
tempting
and
the
urging
was
his
ill
,
But
the
compliance
was
in
her
own
will.
And
herein
truly
lies
the
difference
Of
natural
and
gracious
penitence
,
The
first
transferreth
and
extenuates
The
guilt
,
which
the
other
owns
and
aggravates
.
While
sin
is
but
regarded
slight
and
small
,
It
makes
the
value
of
rich
mercy
fall
,
But
as
our
crimes
seem
greater
in
our
eyes
,
So
doth
our
grateful
sense
of
pardon
rise
.
Poor
mankind
at
Gods
righteous
bar
was
cast
And
set
for
judgement
by
,
when
at
the
last
Satan
within
the
serpent
had
his
doom
,
Whose
execrable
malice
left
no
room
For
plea
or
pardon
,
but
was
sentenc'd
first
;
Thou
(
said
the
Lord
)
above
all
beasts
accurst
,
Shalt
on
thy
belly
creep
,
on
dust
shalt
feed
,
Between
thee
and
the
woman
,
and
her
seed
And
thine
,
I
will
put
lasting
enmity
;
Thou
in
this
war
his
heel
shalt
bruise
,
but
He
Thy
head
shall
break
.
More
various
Mystery
Ne're
did
within
so
short
a
sentence
lie
.
Here
is
irrevocable
vengeance
,
here
Love
as
immutable
.
Here
doth
appear
Infinite
Wisdome
plotting
with
free
grace
,
Even
by
Mans
Fall
,
th'
advance
of
humane
race
.
Severity
here
utterly
confounds
,
Here
Mercy
cures
by
kind
and
gentle
wounds
,
The
Father
here
,
the
Gospel
first
reveals
,
Here
fleshly
veils
th'
eternal
son
conceals
.
The
law
of
life
and
spirit
here
takes
place
,
Given
with
the
promise
of
assisting
grace
:
Here
is
an
Oracle
fore-telling
all
,
Which
shall
the
two
opposed
seeds
befall
.
The
great
war
hath
its
first
beginning
here
,
Carried
along
more
than
five
thousand
year
,
With
various
success
on
either
side
,
And
each
age
with
new
combatants
suppli'd
:
Two
Soveraign
Champions
here
we
find
,
Satan
and
Christ
contending
for
mankind
.
Two
Empires
here
,
two
opposite
Cities
rise
,
Dividing
all
in
two
Societies
.
The
little
Church
and
the
worlds
larger
State
Pursuing
it
with
ceaseless
spite
and
hate
.
Each
party
here
erecting
their
own
walls
,
As
one
advances
,
so
the
other
falls
.
Hope
in
the
Promise
the
weak
Church
confirms
,
Hell
and
the
world
fight
upon
desperate
terms
,
By
this
most
certain
Oracle
they
know
,
Their
war
must
end
in
final
overthrow
.
Some
little
present
mischief
they
may
do
,
And
this
with
eager
malice
they
pursue
.
The
Angels
whom
Gods
justice
did
divide
,
Engage
their
mighty
powers
on
either
side
,
Hells
gloomy
Princes
the
worlds
rulers
made
,
Heavens
unseen
host
the
Churches
guard
and
aid
.
Till
the
frail
womans
conquering
son
shall
tread
Beneath
his
feet
the
serpents
broken
head
;
Though
God
the
speech
to
mans
false
foe
address
,
The
words
rich
grace
to
fallen
man
express
,
Which
God
will
not
to
him
himself
declare
,
Till
he
implore
it
by
submissive
prayer
;
Sufficient
't
is
to
know
a
latitude
For
hope
,
which
doth
no
penitent
exclude
.
Had
deaths
sad
sentence
past
on
man
,
before
The
promise
of
that
seed
which
should
restore
His
fallen
state
,
destroying
death
and
sin
,
Cureless
as
Satans
had
his
misery
been
.
But
though
free
grace
did
future
help
provide
,
Yet
must
he
present
loss
and
woe
abide
;
And
feel
the
bitter
curse
,
that
he
may
so
The
sweet
release
of
saving
mercy
know
.
Prepar'd
with
late
indulged
hope
,
on
Eve
Th'
almighty
next
did
gentler
sentence
give
.
I
will
,
said
he
,
greatly
augment
thy
woes
,
And
thy
conceptions
,
which
with
painful
throes
Thou
shalt
bring
forth
,
yet
shall
they
be
to
thee
But
a
successive
crop
of
misery
.
Thy
husband
shall
thy
ruler
be
,
whose
sway
Thou
shalt
with
passionate
desires
obey
.
Alas
!
how
sadly
to
this
day
we
find
Th'
effect
of
this
dire
curse
on
womankind
;
Eve
sin'd
in
fruit
forbid
,
and
God
requires
Her
pennance
in
the
fruit
of
her
desires
.
When
first
to
men
their
inclinations
move
,
How
are
they
tortur'd
with
distracting
love
!
What
disappointments
find
they
in
the
end
;
Constant
uneasinesses
which
attend
The
best
condition
of
the
wedded
state
,
Giving
all
wives
sense
of
the
curses
weight
,
Which
makes
them
ease
and
liberty
refuse
,
And
with
strong
passion
their
own
shackles
chuse
:
Now
though
they
easier
under
wise
rule
prove
,
And
every
burthen
is
made
light
by
love
,
Yet
golden
fetters
,
soft
lin'd
yoaks
still
be
,
Though
gentler
ourbs
,
but
curbs
of
liberty
,
As
well
as
the
harsh
tyrants
iron
yoak
,
More
sorely
galling
them
whom
they
provoke
,
To
loath
their
bondage
,
and
despise
the
rule
Of
an
unmanly
,
fickle
,
froward
fool
.
Whate're
the
husbands
be
,
they
covet
fruit
,
And
their
own
wishes
to
their
sorrows
contribute
.
How
painfully
the
fruit
within
them
grows
,
What
tortures
do
their
ripened
births
disclose
,
How
great
,
how
various
,
how
uneasie
are
The
breeding
sicknesses
,
pangs
that
prepare
The
violent
openings
of
lifes
narrow
door
,
Whose
fatal
issues
we
as
oft
deplore
!
What
weaknesses
,
what
languishments
ensue
,
Scattering
dead
Lillies
where
fresh
Roses
grew
.
What
broken
rest
afflicts
the
careful
nurse
,
Extending
to
the
breasts
the
mothers
curse
;
Which
ceases
not
when
there
her
milk
she
dries
,
The
froward
child
draws
new
streams
from
her
eyes
.
How
much
more
bitter
anguish
do
we
find
Labouring
to
raise
up
vertue
in
the
mind
,
Then
when
the
members
in
our
bowels
grew
,
What
sad
abortions
,
what
cross
births
ensue
?
What
monsters
,
what
unnatural
vipers
come
Eating
their
passage
through
their
parents
womb
;
How
are
the
tortures
of
their
births
renew'd
,
Unrecompenc'd
with
love
and
gratitude
:
Even
the
good
,
who
would
our
cares
requite
,
Would
be
our
crowns
,
joys
,
pillars
,
and
delight
,
Affect
us
yet
with
other
griefs
and
fears
,
Opening
the
sluces
of
our
ne're
dried
tears
.
Death
,
danger
,
sickness
,
losses
,
all
the
ill
That
on
the
children
falls
,
the
mothers
feel
,
Repeating
with
worse
pangs
,
the
pangs
that
bore
Them
into
life
,
and
though
some
may
have
more
Of
sweet
and
gentle
mixture
,
some
of
worse
,
Yet
every
mothers
cup
tasts
of
the
curse
.
And
when
the
heavy
load
her
faint
heart
tires
,
Makes
her
too
oft
repent
her
fond
desires
,
Now
last
of
all
,
as
Adam
last
had
been
Drawn
into
the
prevaricating
sin
,
His
sentence
came
:
Because
that
thou
didst
yield
,
(
Said
God
)
to
thy
enticing
wife
,
The
field
Producing
briars
and
fruitless
thorns
to
thee
,
Accursed
for
thy
sake
and
sins
shall
be
.
Thy
careful
brows
in
constant
toyls
shall
sweat
,
Thus
thou
thy
bread
shalt
all
thy
whole
life
eat
,
Till
thou
return
into
the
earths
vast
womb
;
Whence
,
taken
first
,
thou
didst
a
man
become
;
For
dust
thou
art
,
and
dust
again
shalt
be
When
lifes
declining
spark
goes
out
in
thee
.
In
all
these
Sentences
we
strangely
find
Gods
admirable
love
to
lost
mankind
;
Who
though
he
never
will
his
word
recal
,
Or
let
his
threats
like
shafts
at
randome
fall
,
Yet
can
his
Wisdome
order
curses
so
That
blessings
may
out
of
their
bowels
flow
.
Thus
death
the
door
of
lasting
life
became
,
Dissolving
nature
,
to
rebuild
her
frame
,
On
such
a
sure
foundation
,
as
shall
break
All
the
attempts
Hells
cursed
Empire
make
.
Thus
God
reveng'd
mans
quarrel
on
his
foe
,
To
whom
th'
Almighty
would
no
mercy
show
,
Making
his
reign
,
his
respite
,
and
success
,
All
augmentations
of
his
cursedness
.
Thus
gave
he
us
a
powerful
Chief
and
Head
,
By
whom
we
shall
be
out
of
bondage
led
.
And
made
the
penalties
of
our
offence
,
Precepts
and
rules
of
new
obedience
,
Fitted
in
all
things
to
our
fallen
State
,
Under
sweet
promises
,
that
ease
their
weight
.
Our
first
injunction
is
to
hate
and
flie
The
flatteries
of
our
first
grand
enemy
;
To
have
no
friendship
with
his
cursed
race
,
The
int'rest
of
the
opposite
seed
t'
embrace
,
Where
though
we
toyl
in
fights
,
tho'
bruis'd
we
be
,
Yet
shall
our
combate
end
in
victory
:
Eternal
glory
,
healing
our
slight
wound
,
When
all
our
labours
are
with
triumph
crown'd
.
The
next
command
is
,
mothers
should
maintain
Posterity
,
not
frighted
with
the
pain
,
Which
tho'
it
make
us
mourn
under
the
sense
Of
the
first
mothers
disobedience
,
Yet
hath
a
promise
that
thereby
she
shall
Recover
all
the
hurt
of
her
first
fall
,
When
,
in
mysterious
manner
,
from
her
womb
Her
father
,
brother
,
husband
,
son
shall
come
.
Subjection
to
the
husband's
rule
enjoyn'd
,
In
the
next
place
,
that
yoak
with
love
is
lin'd
,
Love
too
a
precept
made
,
where
God
requires
We
should
perform
our
duties
with
desires
;
And
promises
t'
encline
our
averse
will
,
Whose
satisfaction
takes
away
the
ill
Of
every
toyl
,
and
every
suffering
That
can
from
unenforc'd
submission
spring
;
The
last
command
,
God
with
mans
curse
did
give
,
Was
that
men
should
in
honest
callings
live
,
Eating
their
own
bread
,
fruit
of
their
own
sweat
;
Nor
feed
like
drones
on
that
which
others
get
:
And
this
command
a
promise
doth
implie
,
That
bread
should
recompence
our
industry
.
One
mercy
more
his
sentence
did
include
,
That
mortal
toyls
,
faintings
and
lassitude
,
Should
not
beyond
deaths
fixed
bound
extend
,
But
there
in
everlasting
quiet
end
;
When
men
out
of
the
troubled
air
depart
,
And
to
their
first
material
dust
revert
,
The
utmost
power
that
death
or
woe
can
have
Is
but
to
shut
us
pris'ners
in
the
grave
,
Bruising
the
flesh
,
that
heel
whereon
we
tread
,
But
we
shall
trample
on
the
serpents
head
.
Our
scatter'd
atoms
shall
again
condense
,
And
be
again
inspir'd
with
living
sense
;
Captivity
shall
then
a
captive
be
,
Death
shall
be
swallow'd
up
in
victory
,
And
God
shall
man
to
Paradise
restore
,
Where
the
foul
tempter
shall
seduce
no
more
How
far
our
parents
,
whose
sad
eyes
were
fixt
On
woe
and
terror
,
saw
the
mercy
mixt
,
We
can
but
make
a
wild
uncertain
guess
,
As
we
are
now
affected
in
distress
,
Who
less
regard
the
mitigation
still
Than
the
slight
smart
of
our
afflicting
ill
;
And
while
we
groan
under
the
hated
yoak
,
Our
gratitude
for
its
soft
lining
choak
.
But
God
having
th'
amazed
sinners
doom'd
,
Put
off
the
Judges
frown
and
reassum'd
A
tender
fathers
kind
and
melting
face
Opening
his
gracious
arms
for
new
embrace
,
Taught
them
to
expiate
their
heinous
guilt
By
spotless
sacrifice
and
pure
blood
spilt
,
Which
done
in
faith
did
their
faint
hearts
sustain
,
Till
the
intended
lamb
of
God
was
slain
,
Whose
death
,
whose
merit
,
and
whose
innocence
,
The
forfeit
paid
and
blotted
out
th'
offence
.
The
skins
of
the
slain
beasts
,
God
vestures
made
,
Wherein
the
naked
sinners
were
array'd
,
Not
without
mystery
,
which
typifi'd
That
righteousness
that
doth
our
foul
shame
hide
.
As
when
a
rotting
patient
must
endure
Painful
excisions
to
effect
his
cure
,
His
spirits
we
with
cordials
fortifie
,
Lest
,
unsupported
,
he
should
faint
and
die
:
So
with
our
parents
the
Almighty
dealt
,
Before
their
necessary
woes
they
felt
,
Their
feeble
souls
rich
promises
upheld
,
And
their
deliverance
was
in
types
reveal'd
,
Even
their
bodies
God
himself
did
arm
With
clothes
that
kept
them
from
the
weathers
harm
,
But
after
all
,
they
must
be
driven
away
,
Nor
in
their
forfeit
Paradise
must
stay
.
Then
,
said
the
Lord
,
with
holy
ironie
,
Whence
man
the
folly
of
his
pride
might
see
,
The
earthy
man
like
one
of
us
is
grown
,
To
whom
,
as
God
,
both
good
and
ill
is
known
,
Now
lest
he
also
eat
of
th'
other
tree
Whose
fruit
gives
life
,
and
an
Immortal
be
,
Let
us
by
just
and
timely
banishment
His
further
sinful
arrogance
prevent
.
Then
did
he
them
out
of
the
garden
chace
,
And
set
a
Cherubim
to
guard
the
place
;
Who
wav'd
a
flaming
Sword
before
the
door
,
Through
which
the
wretches
must
return
no
more
:
May
we
not
liken
to
this
Sword
of
flame
The
threatning
law
which
from
Mount
Sinai
came
,
With
such
thick
flashes
of
prodigious
fire
As
made
the
mountains
shake
and
men
retire
:
Forbidding
them
all
forward
hope
,
that
they
Could
enter
into
life
that
dreadful
way
.
Whate're
it
was
,
whate're
it
signifies
,
It
kept
our
parents
out
of
Paradise
,
Who
now
returning
to
their
place
of
birth
Found
themselves
strangers
in
their
native
earth
.
Their
fatal
breach
of
Gods
most
strict
command
Had
there
dissolv'd
all
concord
,
the
sweet
band
Of
universal
loveliness
and
peace
.
And
now
the
calm
in
every
part
did
cease
;
Love
,
tho'
immutable
,
its
smiles
did
shrowd
Under
the
dark
veil
of
an
angry
cloud
.
And
while
he
seem'd
withdrawn
,
whose
grace
upheld
The
order
of
all
things
,
confusion
fill'd
The
Universe
.
The
air
became
impure
,
And
frequent
dreadful
conflicts
did
endure
With
every
other
angry
element
;
The
whirling
fires
its
tender
body
rent
.
From
earth
and
seas
gross
vapours
did
arise
,
Turn'd
to
prodigious
Meteors
in
the
skies
;
The
blustring
winds
let
loose
their
furious
rage
,
And
in
their
battels
did
the
floods
engage
.
The
Sun
confounded
was
with
natures
shame
,
And
the
pale
Moon
shrunk
in
her
sickly
flame
;
The
rude
congressions
of
the
angry
Stars
In
Heaven
,
begun
the
universal
wars
,
While
their
malicious
influence
from
above
,
On
earth
did
various
perturbations
move
,
Droughts
,
inundations
,
blastings
,
kill'd
the
plants
;
Worse
influence
wrought
on
th'
inhabitants
,
Inspiring
lust
,
rage
,
ravenous
appetite
,
Which
made
the
creatures
in
all
regions
fight
.
The
little
insects
in
great
clouds
did
rise
,
And
in
Battalia's
spread
,
obscur'd
the
skies
;
Armies
of
birds
encountred
in
the
air
,
With
hideous
cries
deciding
battles
there
;
The
birds
of
prey
to
gorge
their
appetite
,
Seiz'd
harmless
fowl
in
their
unwary
flight
.
When
the
dim
evening
had
shut
in
the
day
,
Troops
of
wild
beasts
,
all
marching
out
for
prey
,
To
the
restless
flocks
would
go
,
and
there
Oft-times
by
other
troops
assailed
were
,
Who
snatcht
out
of
their
jaws
the
new
slain
food
,
And
made
them
purchase
it
again
with
blood
.
Thus
sin
the
whole
creation
did
divide
Into
th'
oppressing
and
the
suffering
side
;
Those
still
employing
craft
and
violence
To
'
ensnare
and
murther
simple
innocence
,
True
emblems
were
of
Satans
craft
and
power
In
daily
ambuscado
to
devour
.
Nor
only
emblems
were
,
but
organs
too
,
In
and
by
whom
he
did
his
mischiefs
do
,
While
persecuting
cruelty
and
rage
Them
in
his
cursed
party
did
engage
.
Love
,
meekness
,
patience
,
gentleness
,
combin'd
The
tamer
brood
with
those
of
their
own
kind
.
Wherefore
God
chose
them
for
his
sacrifice
,
When
he
the
proud
and
mighty
did
despise
,
And
his
most
certain
Oracles
declare
,
They
mans
restored
peace
at
last
shall
share
:
But
to
our
parents
,
then
,
sad
was
the
change
Which
them
from
peace
and
safety
did
estrange
,
Brought
universal
woe
and
discord
in
,
The
never
failing
consequents
of
sin
;
Nor
only
made
all
things
without
them
jar
,
But
in
their
breasts
rais'd
up
a
civil
war
,
Reason
and
sense
maintain'd
continual
fight
,
Urging
th'
aversion
and
the
appetite
,
Which
led
two
different
troops
of
passions
out
,
Confounding
all
,
in
their
tumultuous
rout
.
The
less
world
with
the
great
proportion
held
:
As
winds
the
caverns
,
sighs
the
bosomes
fill'd
;
So
flowing
tears
did
beauties
fair
fields
drown
,
As
inndations
kept
within
no
bound
.
Fear
earth-quakes
made
,
lust
in
the
fancy
whirl'd
,
Turn'd
into
flame
,
and
bursting
fir'd
the
world
:
Spite
,
hate
,
revenge
,
ambition
,
avarice
Made
innocence
a
prey
to
monstrous
vice
.
The
cold
and
hot
diseases
represent
The
perturbations
of
the
element
.
Thus
woe
and
danger
had
beset
them
round
,
Distrest
without
,
within
no
comfort
found
.
Even
as
a
Monarchs
Favourite
in
disgrace
Suffers
contempt
both
from
the
high
and
base
,
And
the
most
abject
most
insult
o're
them
,
Whom
the
offended
Soveraigns
condemn
;
So
after
man
th'
Almighty
disobey'd
,
Each
little
fly
durst
his
late
King
invade
,
Aswell
as
the
woods
monsters
,
wolves
and
bears
,
And
all
things
else
that
exercise
his
fears
.
Methinks
I
hear
sad
Eve
in
some
dark
Vale
Her
woful
state
,
with
such
sad
plaints
,
bewail
:
Ah!
why
doth
death
its
latest
stroke
delay
,
If
we
must
leave
the
light
,
why
do
we
stay
By
slow
degrees
more
painfully
to
die
,
And
languish
in
a
long
calamity
?
Have
we
not
lost
by
one
false
cheating
sin
All
peace
without
,
all
sweet
repose
within
?
Is
there
a
pleasure
vet
that
life
can
show
,
Doth
not
each
moment
multiplie
our
woe
:
And
while
we
live
thus
in
perpetual
dread
,
Our
hope
and
comfort
long
before
us
dead
?
Why
should
we
not
our
angry
maker
pray
At
once
to
take
our
wretched
lives
away
?
Hath
not
our
sin
all
natures
pure
leagues
rent
And
arm'd
against
us
every
element
?
Have
not
our
subjects
their
allegiance
broke
,
Doth
not
each
worm
scorn
our
unworthy
yoak
?
Are
we
not
half
with
griping
hunger
pin'd
,
Before
we
bread
amongst
the
brambles
find
?
All
pale
diseases
in
our
members
reign
,
Anguish
and
grief
no
less
our
sick
souls
pain
,
Whereever
I
my
eyes
,
or
thoughts
convert
,
Each
object
adds
new
tortures
to
my
heart
.
If
I
look
up
,
I
dread
heavens
threatning
frown
,
Thorns
prick
my
eyes
,
when
shame
hath
cast
them
down
,
Dangers
I
see
,
looking
on
either
hand
,
Before
me
all
in
fighting
posture
stand
.
If
I
cast
back
my
sorrow-drowned
eyes
,
I
see
our
ne're
to
be
recover'd
Paradise
,
The
flaming
Sword
which
doth
us
thence
exclude
,
By
sad
remorse
and
ugly
guilt
pursued
.
If
I
on
thee
a
private
glance
reflect
,
Confusion
doth
my
shameful
eyes
deject
,
Seeing
the
man
I
love
by
me
betray'd
,
By
me
,
who
for
his
mutual
help
was
made
,
Who
to
preserve
thy
life
ought
to
have
died
,
And
I
have
kill'd
thee
by
my
foolish
pride
;
Defil'd
thy
glory
,
and
pull'd
down
thy
throne
.
O
that
I
had
but
sin'd
,
and
died
alone
!
Then
had
my
torture
and
my
woe
been
less
,
I
yet
had
flourisht
in
thy
happiness
.
If
these
words
Adams
melting
soul
did
move
,
He
might
reply
with
kind
rebuking
love
.
Cease
,
cease
,
O
foolish
woman
,
to
dispute
,
Gods
soveraign
will
and
Power
are
absolute
.
If
he
will
have
us
soon
,
or
slow
to
die
,
Frail
worms
must
yield
,
but
must
not
question
why
.
When
his
great
hand
appears
,
we
must
conclude
All
that
he
doth
is
wife
,
and
just
,
and
good
;
Though
our
poor
,
sin-benighted
fouls
,
are
blind
,
Nor
can
the
mysteries
of
his
wisdome
find
,
Yet
in
our
present
case
we
must
confess
His
justice
and
our
own
unrighteousness
.
He
warn'd
us
of
this
fatal
consequence
,
That
death
must
wait
on
disobedience
;
Yet
we
despis'd
his
threat
,
and
broke
his
law
,
So
did
destruction
on
our
own
heads
draw
;
Now
under
his
afflicting
hand
we
lie
,
Reaping
the
fruit
of
our
iniquity
.
Which
,
had
not
he
prevented
,
when
we
fell
,
At
once
had
plung'd
us
in
the
lowest
hell
;
But
by
his
mercy
yet
we
have
reprieve
,
And
yet
are
shew'd
how
we
in
death
may
live
,
If
we
improve
our
short
indulged
space
To
understand
,
prize
,
and
accept
his
grace
.
Did
all
of
us
at
once
like
brutes
expire
,
And
cease
to
be
,
we
might
quick
death
desire
:
But
since
our
chief
and
immaterial
part
,
Not
fram'd
of
dust
,
doth
not
to
dust
revert
:
Its
death
not
an
annihilation
is
,
But
to
be
cut
off
from
its
supream
bliss
:
Whatever
here
to
mortals
can
befal
,
Compar'd
to
future
miseries
is
small
,
The
saddest
,
sharpest
,
and
the
longest
have
Their
final
consummations
in
the
grave
,
These
have
their
intermissions
and
allays
,
Though
black
and
gloomy
ones
,
these
nights
have
days
,
The
worst
calamities
we
here
endure
Admit
a
possibility
of
cure
;
Our
miseries
here
are
varied
in
their
kind
,
And
in
that
change
the
wretched
some
ease
find
.
Sleep
here
our
pained
senses
stupifies
,
And
cheating
dreams
in
our
sick
fancies
rise
,
But
in
our
future
sufferings
't
is
not
so
,
There
is
no
end
,
no
intermitted
woe
,
No
more
return
from
the
accursed
place
,
No
hope
,
no
possibility
of
grace
,
No
sleepy
intervals
,
no
pleasant
dreams
,
No
mitigations
of
those
sad
extreams
,
No
gentle
mixtures
,
no
soft
changes
there
,
Perpetual
tortures
,
heightned
with
despair
,
Eternal
horror
,
and
eternal
night
,
Eternal
burnings
,
with
no
glance
of
light
,
Eternal
pain
.
O
't
is
a
thought
too
great
,
Too
terrible
,
for
any
to
repeat
,
Who
have
not
scap'd
the
dread
.
Let
's
not
to
shun
Heavens
scorching
rays
,
into
hells
furnace
run
:
But
having
slain
our selves
,
let
's
flie
to
him
Who
only
can
our
souls
from
death
redeem
,
To
undo
what
's
done
is
not
within
our
power
,
No
more
than
to
call
back
the
last
fled
hour
.
To
think
we
can
our
fallen
state
restore
,
Or
without
hope
,
our
ruine
to
deplore
,
Are
equal
aggravating
crimes
;
the
first
Repeats
that
sin
for
which
we
were
accurst
,
while
we
with
foolish
arrogating
pride
,
More
in
our selves
than
in
our
God
confide
;
The
last
is
both
ungrateful
and
unjust
,
That
doth
his
goodness
,
or
his
power
distrust
.
Which
wheresoe're
we
look
,
without
,
within
,
Above
,
beneath
,
in
every
place
is
seen
,
Doth
Heaven
frown
?
Above
the
sullen
shrouds
God
sits
,
and
sees
through
all
the
blackest
clouds
Sin
casts
about
us
,
like
the
misty
night
,
Which
hide
his
pleasing
glances
from
our
sight
,
Nor
only
sees
,
but
darts
on
us
his
beams
Ministring
comfort
in
our
worst
extreams
.
When
lightnings
flie
,
dire
storm
and
thunder
roars
,
He
guides
the
shafts
,
the
serene
calm
restores
.
When
shadows
occupie
days
vacant
room
,
He
makes
new
glory
spring
from
night
dark
womb
.
When
the
black
Prince
of
air
le
ts
loose
the
winds
,
The
furious
warriours
he
in
prison
binds
.
If
burning
stars
do
conflagrations
threat
,
He
gives
cool
breezes
to
allay
the
heat
.
When
cold
doth
in
its
rigid
season
reign
,
He
melts
the
snows
,
and
thaws
the
air
again
;
Restoring
the
vicissitude
of
things
,
He
still
new
good
from
every
evil
brings
.
He
holds
together
the
worlds
shaken
frame
,
Ordaining
every
change
,
is
still
the
same
.
If
he
permit
the
elements
to
fight
,
The
rage
of
storms
,
the
blackness
of
the
night
;
'T
is
that
his
power
,
love
and
wisdome
may
More
glory
have
,
restoring
calm
and
day
;
That
we
may
more
the
pleasant
blessings
prize
,
Laid
in
the
ballance
with
their
contraries
.
Though
dangers
then
,
like
gaping
monsters
stand
Ready
to
swallow
us
on
either
hand
;
Let
us
despise
them
,
firm
in
this
faith
still
,
If
God
will
save
,
they
can
nor
hurt
nor
kill
;
If
by
his
just
permission
we
are
slain
,
His
power
can
heal
and
quicken
us
again
.
If
briers
and
thorns
,
which
from
our
sins
arise
Looking
on
earth
,
pierce
through
our
guilty
eyes
,
Let
's
yet
give
thanks
they
have
not
choak'd
the
seed
Which
should
with
better
fruit
our
sad
lives
feed
.
If
discord
set
the
inward
world
on
fire
,
With
hast
let
's
to
the
living
spring
retire
,
There
quench
,
and
quiet
the
disturbed
soul
,
There
on
Loves
sweet
refreshing
green
banks
rowl
,
Where
ecstasied
with
joy
,
we
shall
not
feel
The
Serpents
little
nibblings
at
our
heel
.
If
we
look
back
on
Paradise
,
late
lost
,
Joys
vanisht
like
swift
dreams
,
thaw'd
like
a
frost
,
Converting
pleasant
walks
to
dirt
and
mire
,
Would
we
such
frail
delights
again
desire
,
Which
at
their
best
,
however
excellent
,
Had
this
defect
,
they
were
not
permanent
?
If
sin
,
remorse
,
and
guilt
give
us
the
chace
,
Let
us
lie
close
in
mercies
sweet
embrace
,
Which
when
it
us
asham'd
,
and
naked
found
In
the
soft
arms
of
melting
pity
bound
;
Eternal
glorious
triumphs
did
prepare
,
Arm'd
us
with
clothes
against
the
wounding
air
,
By
expiating
sacrifices
taught
,
How
new
life
shall
by
death
to
light
be
brought
.
If
we
before
us
look
,
although
we
see
All
things
in
present
fighting
posture
be
:
Yet
in
the
promise
we
a
prospect
have
Of
victory
swallowing
up
the
empty
grave
;
Our
foes
all
vanquisht
,
death
it self
lies
dead
,
And
we
shall
trample
on
the
monsters
head
.
Entring
into
a
new
and
perfect
joy
,
Which
neither
sin
nor
sorrow
can
destroy
:
A
lasting
and
refin'd
felicity
,
For
which
even
we
our selves
refin'd
must
be
.
Then
shall
we
laugh
at
our
now
childish
woes
,
And
hug
the
birth
that
issues
from
these
throes
.
Let
not
my
share
of
grief
afflict
thy
mind
,
But
let
me
comfort
in
thy
courage
find
;
'T
was
not
thy
malice
,
but
thy
ignorance
That
lately
my
destruction
did
advance
;
Nor
can
I
my
own
self
excuse
;
't
was
I
Undid
my self
by
my
facility
.
Let
's
not
in
vain
each
other
now
upbraid
,
But
rather
strive
to
afford
each
other
aid
:
And
our
most
gracious
Lord
with
due
thanks
bless
,
Who
hath
not
left
us
single
in
distress
.
When
fear
chills
thee
,
my
hope
shall
make
thee
warm
,
When
I
grow
faint
,
thou
shalt
my
courage
arm
;
When
both
our
spirits
at
a
low
ebb
are
,
We
both
will
joyn
in
mutual
fervent
prayer
To
him
whose
gracious
succour
never
fails
,
When
sin
and
death
poor
feeble
man
assails
,
He
that
our
final
triumph
hath
decreed
,
And
promis'd
thee
salvation
in
thy
seed
.
Ah!
can
I
this
in
Adams
person
say
,
While
fruitless
tears
melt
my
poor
life
away
?
Of
all
the
ills
to
mortals
incident
,
None
more
pernicious
is
than
discontent
,
That
brat
of
unbellef
,
and
stubborn
pride
,
And
sensual
lust
,
with
no
joy
satisfied
,
That
doth
ing
ratitude
and
murmur
nurse
,
And
is
a
sin
which
carries
its
own
curse
;
This
is
the
only
smart
of
every
ill
;
But
can
we
without
it
sad
tortures
feel
?
Yes
;
if
our
souls
above
our
sense
remain
,
And
take
not
in
th'
afflicted
bodies
pain
,
When
they
descend
and
mix
with
the
disease
,
Then
doth
the
anguish
live
,
reign
,
and
encrease
Which
when
the
soul
is
not
in
it
,
grows
saint
,
And
wastes
its
strength
,
not
nourisht
with
complaint
,
Submissive
,
humble
,
happy
,
sweet
content
A
thousand
deaths
by
one
death
doth
prevent
;
When
our
rebellious
wills
subdued
thereby
Into
th'
eternal
will
and
wisdome
,
die
;
Nor
is
that
will
harsh
or
irrational
,
But
sweet
in
that
which
we
most
bitter
call
,
Who
err
in
judging
what
is
ill
or
good
,
Only
by
studying
that
will
,
understood
.
What
we
admire
in
a
low
Paradise
,
If
they
our
souls
from
heavenly
thoughts
entice
,
Here
terminating
our
most
strong
desire
,
Which
should
to
perfect
permanence
aspire
,
From
being
good
to
us
they
are
so
far
,
That
they
our
fetters
,
yoaks
and
poysons
are
,
The
obstacles
of
our
felicity
,
The
ruine
of
our
souls
most
firm
healths
be
,
Quenching
that
life-maintaining
appetite
,
Which
makes
substantial
fruit
our
sound
delight
.
The
evils
,
so
miscall'd
,
that
we
endure
Are
wholsome
medicines
tending
to
our
cure
,
Only
disease
to
these
aversion
breeds
,
The
healthy
soul
on
them
with
due
thanks
feeds
.
If
for
a
Prince
,
a
Mistress
,
or
a
Friend
,
Many
do
joy
their
bloods
and
lives
to
spend
,
Wealth
,
honour
,
ease
,
dangers
and
wounds
despise
,
Should
we
not
more
to
Gods
will
sacrifice
?
And
by
free
gift
prevent
that
else-sure
loss
?
Whate're
our
will
is
,
we
must
bear
the
cross
,
Which
freely
taken
up
,
the
weight
is
less
,
And
hurts
not
,
carried
on
with
chearfulness
;
Besides
,
what
we
can
lose
,
are
gliding
streams
,
Light
airy
shadows
,
unsubstantial
dreams
,
Wherein
we
no
propriety
could
have
But
that
which
our
own
cheating
fancy
gave
;
The
right
of
them
was
due
to
God
alone
,
And
when
with
thanks
we
render
him
his
own
,
Either
he
gives
us
back
our
offerings
,
Or
our
submission
pays
with
better
things
:
Were
ills
as
real
as
our
fancies
make
,
They
soon
must
us
,
or
we
must
them
forsake
;
We
cannot
miss
ease
and
vicissitude
,
Till
our
last
rest
our
labours
shall
conclude
.
Natural
tears
there
are
,
which
in
due
bound
Do
not
the
soul
with
sinful
sorrow
drown
,
Repentant
tears
too
are
no
fretting
brine
,
But
loves
soft
meltings
,
which
the
soul
refine
,
Like
gentle
showers
,
that
usher
in
the
spring
,
These
make
the
soul
more
fair
and
flourishing
.
No
murmuring
winds
of
passions
here
prevail
,
But
the
life-breathing
Spirits
sweet
fresh
gale
,
Which
by
those
fruitful
drops
all
graces
feeds
,
And
draws
rich
extracts
from
the
soaked
seeds
,
But
worldly
sorrow
,
like
rough
winters
storms
,
All
graces
kills
,
all
loveliness
deforms
,
Augments
the
evils
of
our
present
state
,
And
doth
eternal
woes
anticipate
.
Vain
is
that
grief
which
can
no
ill
redress
,
But
adds
affliction
to
uneasiness
;
Unnerving
the
souls
powers
,
then
,
when
they
shou'd
Most
exercise
their
constant
fortitude
.
With
these
most
certain
truths
let
's
wind
up
all
,
Whatever
doth
to
mortal
men
befall
Not
casual
is
,
like
shafts
at
randome
shot
,
But
Providence
distributes
every
lot
,
In
which
th'
obedient
and
the
meek
rejoyce
,
Above
their
own
preferring
Gods
wise
choice
:
Nor
is
his
providence
less
good
than
wise
,
Tho'
our
gross
sense
pierce
not
its
mysteries
.
As
there
's
but
one
most
true
substantial
good
,
And
God
himself
is
that
Beatitude
:
So
can
we
suffer
but
one
real
ill
,
Divorce
from
him
by
our
repugnant
will
,
Which
when
to
just
submission
it
returns
,
The
reunited
soul
no
longer
mourns
,
His
serene
rays
dry
up
its
former
tears
,
Dispel
the
tempest
of
its
carnal
fears
,
Which
dread
what
either
never
may
arrive
,
Or
not
as
seen
in
their
false
perspective
;
For
in
the
crystal
mirror
of
Gods
grace
All
things
appear
with
a
new
lovely
face
.
When
that
doth
Heavens
more
glorious
palace
show
We
cease
to
'
admire
a
Paradise
below
,
Rejoyce
in
that
which
lately
was
our
loss
,
And
see
a
Crown
made
up
of
every
Cross.
Return
,
return
,
my
soul
to
thy
true
rest
,
As
young
benighted
birds
unto
their
nest
,
There
hide
thy self
under
the
wings
of
love
Till
the
bright
morning
all
thy
clouds
remove
.
FINIS
.
Notes, typically marginal, from the original text
Notes for div A25742-e280
Es.
10.
5
,
6
,
7
,
&c.
Eccl.
6.
10.
Es.
27.
4.
Gen.
45.
4
,
5.
Act.
2.
23.
Gen.
50.
20.
Jam.
1.
17.
Rom.
1.
19.
Deut.
29.
29.
Gen.
1.
1.
Job
11.
7.
1
Tim.
6.
16.
&
1.
17.
Ps.
104.
2.
Es.
40.
12.
Job
38.
Rom.
1
20.
Heb.
11.
27.
Esai
.
44.
6.
Rom.
11.
36.
Act.
17.
24
,
26
,
28.
Eph.
4.
5.
The
Trinity
.
1
Joh.
5.
7.
Mat.
28.
19.
Mat.
3.
16
,
17.
Joh.
14.
10.
Prov.
8.
22
,
30.
Jo.
1.
1.
Phil.
2.
6.
Joh.
5.
18.
Joh.
1.
14.
1
Cor.
1.
14.
Joh.
16.
13
,
14.
Joh.
15.
16.
Joh.
5.
17.
Heb.
12.
19.
Es.
42.
4.
Joh.
5.
26.
1
Cor.
8.
6.
Joh.
5.
19.
Eph.
1.
11.
2
Tim.
1.
9.
Jo.
1.
3.
Heb.
1.
2.
Joh.
5.
19
,
&c.
Gen.
1.
2.
Job
26.
13.
Rev.
4.
11.
Psal.
147
,
&
148.
Act.
17.
24.
Job
33.
12.
Psal.
95.
3.
Rev.
19.
6.
Ps.
16.
11.
Gen.
17.
10.
Job
35.
●
.
Psal.
16.
2.
Rev.
1.
8.
Esa.
41.
4.
Gen.
1.
1.
Time.
Be
resheth
In
Capite
,
Principio
.
Rev.
10.
6.
2
Pet.
3.
12.
Heb.
12.
27
,
28.
Heaven
.
Heb.
11.
10.
Es.
66.
1.
Mat.
5.
34.
1
King.
8.
27.
Luk.
23.
43.
1
Cor.
13.
13.
1
Joh.
4.
16.
Psal.
16.
11.
Rev.
20.
5.
Heb.
4.
9.
Rev.
14.
13.
Rev.
22.
2.
Joh.
15.
1.
Rev.
21.
25
,
26.
Ps.
1
10
Ex.
15.
17
,
18.
Rev.
7.
17.
1
Pet.
1.
4.
Col.
3.
1
,
2
,
24.
Heb.
12.
2.
Psal.
73.
25.
2
Tim.
4.
8.
Joh.
14
2.
Heb.
11.
Psal.
15.
1.
&
122.
3.
Heb.
12.
22.
2
Cor.
5.
1.
Rev.
21.
23.
2
Cor.
12.
2.
1
Pet.
1.
4.
Joel
2.
30.
Esa.
34.
4.
Ps.
102.
26.
1
Pet.
3.
7
,
12.
Rev.
21.
27.
Es.
4.
5.
Angels
.
Esa.
48.
2.
Mat.
26.
53.
2
Sam.
14.
17.
2
Thes.
1.
7.
Dan.
9.
21.
Es.
6.
6.
Col.
2.
18.
Rom.
8.
38.
1
Thes.
4.
16.
Ps.
103.
20
,
21.
Gen.
3.
24.
Dan.
7.
10.
Mat.
6.
10.
Psal.
91.
11
,
12.
2
King.
19.
35.
Gen.
32.
1.
Luk.
2.
13
,
14.
Gen.
32.
1
,
2.
Gen.
19.
1.
Psa.
104.
4.
Lu.
16.
20.
Mat.
13.
39.
Heb.
12.
22.
Earth's
Chaos
.
Gen.
1.
2.
Gen.
1.
3
,
4
,
5.
Joh.
3.
19
,
20
,
21.
Col.
1.
12
,
13.
1
Pet.
1.
24.
Psa.
97.
11.
Notes for div A25742-e5180
Gen.
1.
6.
The
Firmament
.
Psal.
104.
2
,
3.
Job
38.
22
,
23.
2
Pet.
3.
5.
Job
37.
18.
Ps.
147.
16
,
17
,
18.
Job
26.
to
the
end
.
Ps.
18.
8
,
9
,
10
,
11
,
12
,
13
,
14.
Job
38.
27
,
&c.
Ex.
9.
2.
Gen.
1.
10
,
&c.
Psa.
104.
6
,
7
,
8
,
9
,
10.
Eccl.
1.
7.
Eccl.
1.
4.
Rom.
4.
22.
Eph.
2.
6.
Ps.
102.
25.
Job
26.
7.
Gen.
2.
9.
Ps.
104.
14.
Ps.
90.
5
,
6.
Job
14.
2.
Es.
40.
6
,
7
,
8.
Mat.
6.
28
,
29
,
30.
Jam.
1.
10
,
11.
Job
14.
7
,
8.
1
Cor.
3.
15.
Gen.
1.
12.
The
fourth
day
.
Hab.
3.
17
,
18.
Gen.
1.
14.
&c.
Sun.
Psal.
19.
4
,
5
,
6.
Moon
.
Stars
.
Act.
27.
10.
Judg.
5.
Mat.
2.
Lu.
22.
28.
Psal.
19.
Gen.
1
20
,
&c.
Job
41.
Mat.
10.
16.
Mat.
8.
26.
&
10.
19.
Gen.
1.
2
Es.
1.
3.
Notes for div A25742-e9690
Psal.
8.
6.
Gen.
1.
26
,
&c.
Eph.
4.
24.
Psal.
8.
Eccl.
3.
11.
Mat.
11.
25.
Ps.
144.
12.
Prov
15.
1.
1
Joh.
2.
26.
Mat.
5.
28.
1
Pet.
2.
14.
Jam.
5.
11.
Pro.
1.
10
,
11
,
12.
Pro.
25.
11.
Eccl.
12.
11.
Jam.
3.
6.
Job
4.
19.
Eccl.
7.
29.
Gen.
2.
8.
Gen.
3.
8.
Gen.
2.
10.
Gen.
2.
11.
ver
.
13.
ver
.
14.
Gen.
2.
9.
ver
.
19
,
&c.
Society
.
Ez.
36.
37.
Gen.
2.
18.
Heb.
12.
23.
Eccl.
4.
8
,
&c.
1
Cor.
12.
5
,
6
,
7
,
8
,
9
,
10
,
11
,
12.
Mat.
5.
16.
15.
Eccl.
5.
9.
Mat.
15.
36.
Rom.
13.
9
,
10.
1
Cor.
13.
Gen.
2.
21
,
22.
ver
.
23
,
24.
Eph.
5.
31.
Mat.
19.
5.
Gen.
1.
28
,
&c.
Gen.
2.
22.
Heb.
134.
Prov.
18.
22.
Psa.
127.
3
,
4
,
5.
Psa.
121.
3
,
4
,
5.
Job
33.
15
,
16
,
17
,
&c.
Deut.
32.
36.
Rom.
4.
19
Joh.
19.
34.
1
Joh.
5.
6.
Tir.
5.
5.
Phil.
4.
13.
2
Cor.
12.
9.
Joh.
5.
2.
Eph.
2.
1
,
5
,
6
,
&c.
2
Tim.
1.
10.
Es.
53.
5.
Act.
20.
28.
Eph.
5.
25
,
26
,
27
,
&c.
Rev.
5.
19.
Joh.
17.
9
,
10.
Psal.
2.
8.
Cant.
2.
16.
&
4.
10.
1
Cor.
3.
22
,
23.
Joh.
6.
38
,
39.
Rev.
5.
9
,
10.
Phil.
2.
9.
Joh
19.
27.
Col.
2.
13
,
14
,
15.
1
Cor.
15.
54
,
55
,
21
,
22.
Joh.
17.
23
,
24.
&
14.
3.
Eph.
4.
9
,
10
,
&c.
Rom.
8.
17
,
18.
2
Tim.
2.
12.
Col.
1.
Eph.
1.
Joh.
1.
16.
Act.
9.
4.
Mat.
25.
34.
and
forward
.
Heb.
4.
13.
&
10.
19
,
20.
1
Pet.
1.
2.
Heb.
13.
12.
1
Pet.
1.
10
,
11
,
12.
Eph.
3.
9
,
10.
Heb.
8.
5.
2
Pet.
2.
14.
Mat.
5.
28.
Gen.
2.
1.
ver
.
16.
ver
.
19.
Gen.
1.
31.
Gen.
2.
2
,
3.
Ex.
20.
8.
Pro.
8.
22
,
30
,
31.
Mat.
3.
17.
Joh.
5.
17
,
20
,
21.
Jer.
9.
24.
Psal.
104.
&
147.
&
145.
Eccl.
9.
10.
Heb.
6.
1.
Phil.
3.
19.
1
Cor.
10.
30.
1
Joh
5.
3.
Ps.
119.
9.
Mat.
6.
33.
Col.
3.
1.
Heb.
5.
12
,
13
,
14.
Es.
58.
13.
Job
1.
6.
Heb.
10.
25.
Mat.
2.
27.
Ez.
20.
12.
Heb.
4.
9.
&
12.
22.
Am.
8.
5.
Rom.
13.
3
,
4.
1
Thes.
4.
11.
1
Tim.
5
8.
Pro.
19.
15.
&
10.
26.
1
Tim.
4.
4
,
5.
1
Joh.
2.
17.
1
Cor.
7.
31
,
20.
Notes for div A25742-e18100
Gen.
1.
31.
Rom.
9.
21
,
22
,
23.
Rom.
11.
Rom.
3.
6.
Gen.
18.
25.
Rom.
11.
33.
1
Cor.
10.
12.
Rom.
16.
20.
Psal.
2.
Jos.
24.
19.
Psal.
5.
4
,
5
,
6.
&
7.
11.
&c.
&
11.
5
,
6.
1
Pet.
1.
10.
Eph.
1.
4
,
11.
Joh.
3.
16.
Eph.
2.
5.
Rom.
8.
35
,
36
,
37
,
38
,
39.
Rom.
5.
5
,
&c.
1
Pet.
4.
12
,
13
,
14.
Eccl.
7.
29.
Jude
6.
Joh.
8.
44.
Jer.
2
13.
Devils
.
Eph.
2.
2.
Act.
26.
18.
Mat.
25.
41.
Rev.
20.
10.
Lu.
10.
18.
Jude
6.
2
Pet.
2.
4.
Hab.
1.
13.
Lu.
10.
18.
Jam.
3.
6.
Joh.
8.
44.
Jud.
6.
1
Cor.
6.
3.
Mat.
8.
29.
Gen.
3.
15.
1
Pet.
5.
8.
Job
1.
7
,
&c.
Rev.
12.
10.
Mark
3.
22
,
24
,
25
,
26.
Rev.
20.
10.
Luk.
8.
30.
Mat.
12.
25
,
26.
Rev.
20.
2
,
7
,
8.
Job
2.
6.
Col.
2.
14
,
15.
Heb.
2.
9
,
14.
Luk.
22.
3.
2
Tim.
2.
25
,
26.
Eph.
6.
11
,
12
,
&c.
1
Pet.
5.
8.
Rev.
12.
12.
Lu.
16.
24.
Rev.
14.
10
,
11.
Mat.
25.
41.
Luk.
22.
31
,
32.
Joh.
17.
20.
Mat.
4.
Heb.
2.
18.
&
4.
15.
&
7.
25.
Rom.
16.
20.
Rev.
12.
7
,
8.
Mat.
4.
11.
Jude
9.
Lu.
15.
10.
&
16.
22.
Heb.
12.
22.
Joh.
8.
44.
1
Pet.
3.
13.
Gen.
3.
1
,
&c.
2
Tim.
3.
6.
Pro.
1.
10
,
&c.
1
Joh.
3.
8.
Joh.
16.
11.
Rom.
5.
12.
Esa.
48.
22.
Psa.
39.
11.
Ps.
1
39.
11.
Eccl.
1.
18.
Prov.
1.
7.
Psal.
11●
.
10.
1
Cor.
1.
20
,
21.
&
2.
14.
Jam.
3.
15
,
16
,
17.
Ps.
97.
3
,
4.
Es.
9.
5.
&
66.
15
,
16.
1
Thes.
1.
8.
2
Pet.
3.
12.
Rev.
1.
7.
Joel
3.
15
,
16.
Mat.
24.
29.
Rev.
19.
20.
Heb.
12.
11.
Psal.
89.
31
,
32
,
33.
Gen.
4.
14.
Act.
9.
Psal.
130.
7
,
4.
Lam.
3.
1
,
&c.
Mat.
27.
46.
Job
13.
15.
Hos.
6.
1
,
2
,
3.
Mal.
3.
2
,
3.
Rev.
1.
5.
Rom
12.
1.
Joh.
16.
9
,
10.
Mat.
11.
28.
Luk.
7.
47.
1
Joh.
4.
10.
Lam.
3.
22
,
23.
Lam.
3.
26
,
29
,
&c.
Hos.
2.
15.
Notes for div A25742-e23290
Gen.
3.
8.
2
Sam.
23.
3.
Gen.
3.
9
,
10
,
11
,
12.
ver
.
13.
Rom.
9.
19.
Ez.
18.
2.
Jam.
1.
13
,
14
,
15.
Psal.
51.
3
,
4
,
5.
&
32.
5.
1
Joh.
1.
8
,
9
,
10.
1
Pet.
5.
8.
Mat.
13.
25.
Jude
6.
Mal.
3.
6.
Zac.
6.
13.
1
Cor.
2.
9.
Rom.
11.
22.
Esa.
7.
14.
Rom.
8.
2
,
3
,
4.
Act.
13.
10.
Mat.
3.
7.
Psal.
22.
30.
Jer.
31.
22.
Eph.
6.
12.
Joh.
8.
44.
Jude
9.
Gen.
6.
2
,
4
,
5.
Heb.
2.
10.
Act.
5.
31.
Eph.
2.
2.
Joh.
15.
18
,
19.
Lu.
12.
32.
Ps.
105.
12
,
13
,
14
,
15.
Esa.
9.
6
,
7.
Rev.
12.
12.
Joh.
16.
30.
Joh.
16.
20.
Mat.
10.
34.
Psal.
2.
1.
Rev.
12.
7
,
9.
Dan.
10.
13
,
21.
Psa.
104.
4.
Rom.
16.
20.
Psa.
50.
15.
Es.
41.
9.
Psa.
130.
4.
Luk.
1.
74.
Gal.
3.
8
,
16.
1
Cor.
15.
54
,
57.
1
Cor.
3.
15.
Gal.
3.
13.
Gen.
3.
16
,
&c.
Gen.
39.
7.
1
Cor.
7.
34
,
39
,
40.
1
Pet.
3.
5.
Gen.
29.
20.
1
Sam.
25
,
25.
Gen.
30.
1.
&
35.
18.
Mat.
24.
19.
Joh.
16.
21.
Prov.
10.
1.
Pro.
15.
20.
Luk.
2.
48
,
35.
Mat.
2.
18.
Gen.
27.
46.
Gen.
3.
17.
Ps.
103.
14.
&
104.
29.
2
Cor.
4.
6.
2
Tim.
1.
10.
Lu.
18.
7
,
8.
Zac.
9.
10
,
11
,
12.
Mat.
11.
29
,
30.
1
Joh.
5.
3.
Prov.
1.
10
,
&c.
Eph.
5.
11.
1
Tim.
6.
12.
Jude
3.
Rev.
2.
10.
Mic.
7.
16
,
17.
1
Tim.
2.
15.
Es.
9.
6.
Heb.
2.
12
,
13.
Eph.
5.
25
,
&c.
Luk.
1.
35.
1
Pet.
3.
1
,
2.
1
Thes.
4.
11
,
12.
2
Thes.
3.
12.
Rev.
14.
13.
Mat.
10.
28.
Job
3.
17
,
18
,
19.
Eccl.
3.
20.
1
Thes.
4.
14.
Es.
26.
19.
Job
19.
26
,
27.
1
Cor.
15.
20
,
21
,
22
,
26
,
54
,
55
,
57.
Act.
2.
24.
Psa.
68.
18.
Esa.
43.
2
,
&c.
1
Pet.
4.
12
,
13.
Jer.
30.
11
,
&c.
Mic.
7.
18
,
19.
Es.
49.
15.
Jer.
31.
20.
Psal.
50.
5.
1
Pet.
1.
19.
Heb.
11.
4.
Dan.
9.
26
,
27.
Joh.
1.
29.
Ps.
40.
6
,
7.
1
Joh.
2.
2.
Rev.
1.
5.
&
5.
9
,
10.
Rom.
5.
10
,
19.
Col.
2.
14.
Ps.
32.
1
,
2.
Rev.
19.
8.
Rom.
3.
22.
&
13.
14.
Gal.
3.
27.
Zac.
3.
4
,
5.
Deut.
33.
27.
Mat.
6.
30.
Psa.
89.
32
,
33
,
34.
Gen.
3.
22.
Heb.
1.
7
,
12
,
18
,
19
,
20
,
21.
1
Pet.
2.
11.
Heb.
11.
13.
Psa.
39.
12.
Rev.
3.
19.
Psal.
75.
3.
Psal.
107.
25
,
26
,
27.
Jud.
5.
20.
Psa.
78.
45
,
46
,
47
,
48.
Psal.
104.
20
,
21
,
22.
1
Pet.
5.
8.
Rev.
12.
8
,
12.
Rom.
8.
20
,
21.
Es.
11.
7.
&
65.
25.
Es.
57.
20
,
21.
Eph.
2.
12
,
13
,
14.
Job
3.
Jonah
4.
3.
Psa.
115.
3.
Rom.
9.
20
,
21
,
22
,
23.
Ps.
119.
68.
Rom.
3.
4.
Psal.
51.
4.
Gen.
18.
25.
Rom.
6.
ult
.
Gen.
6.
3.
1
Pet.
3.
20.
Joh.
11.
25.
Mat.
25.
41
,
46.
Luk.
16.
21
,
22.
Mat.
10.
28.
Psa.
130.
1.
Psal.
107.
Esa.
29.
8.
Lu.
16.
26.
Rom.
2.
8
,
9.
Jude
13.
Mat.
13.
50.
Lu.
16.
24.
Mat.
8.
12.
&
22.
13.
Rev.
19.
20.
Hos.
13.
9.
Rom.
3.
16.
Psa.
103.
4.
Eph.
2.
4
,
6
,
7
,
8
,
9
,
10.
Rom.
3.
27.
Psal.
36.
5
,
6.
Esa.
44.
22.
Lam.
3.
44
,
31
,
32
,
25.
Job
37.
11
,
12
,
13.
Esa.
40.
1
,
2.
&
57.
18
,
19.
Joh.
14.
18.
Esa.
25.
4.
Psal.
78.
16
,
17.
Psal.
30.
5.
Luk.
8.
24
,
25.
Esa.
27.
8.
Esa.
4.
6.
Cant.
2.
11
,
12.
Gen.
8.
22.
Psal.
147.
17
,
18.
Esa.
45.
6
,
7
,
8.
Psal.
75.
3.
Jam.
1.
17.
Psal.
102.
26
,
27.
Mal.
3.
6.
Esa.
54.
11.
Jer.
31.
35
,
36.
2
Cor.
4.
17.
Esa.
54.
6
,
7
,
8
,
9
,
10.
Psal.
46.
1
,
2.
Esa.
8.
9
,
10
,
12
,
13
,
14.
Esa.
51.
11
,
&c.
Gen.
50.
20.
2
Sam.
17.
14.
Esther
5.
14.
&
6.
13.
&
7.
10.
Ezek.
37.
1
,
&c.
Esa.
19.
22.
Jer.
30.
17.
Act.
14.
17.
Joh.
7.
37
,
38.
Psal.
23.
1
,
2.
6.
7.
Col.
3.
1
,
2.
Psal.
107.
35
,
36
,
34
,
33.
1.
Cor.
7.
31.
Eccles.
1.
2.
2
Cor.
4.
18.
Psal.
49.
4
,
15.
Rev.
3.
18
,
20.
Psa.
32.
1
,
2.
1
Joh.
2
2.
25.
1
Cor.
15.
54
,
55
,
26.
Hos.
13.
14.
Rom.
16.
20.
Mat.
25.
21.
Rev.
20.
4.
Mal.
3.
2
,
3.
Col.
1.
12.
Joh.
16.
21.
22.
Gal.
2.
20.
Mat.
11.
Luk.
9.
23
,
24.
Psal.
90.
5
,
6
,
9.
&
49.
10
,
11
,
12
,
13.
Lu.
12.
20.
Job
1.
21
&
42.
10
,
11
,
12.
2
Cor.
7.
10.
Psa.
116.
7.