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Hæc damnata pati diros sine fine labores,
Numinis æternum exilium, longasque catenas;
Horrendis vicibus miseros vexare lacertos,
Per liquid um sudans sulphur, solidosve per ignes:
Altera primævæ dum surgit ad atria lucis,
Delicias inter vivas, a fonte fluentes
Æterno, quorum rara intervalla voluptas
Tempestate gravi patitur, veneranda Je H O
Cum mandata vocant vindictæ effundere nimbum
Atrocem in Regis stomachum, Populumque rebellem:
Aut magni trepidanda refigere jufla Tonan4is,
Et narrare manu lapsuras fulminis iras,
Cum ponit supplex animos fastumque Tyrannus,
Et plorat Populus lacrimosa in veste rebellis.
Qui Superi poffint cœlorum in limite claudi?
Qui cerni Facies, finis quam nulla coercet?
Summa vel ima Deus, tenet hæc, tenet ista locorum?
Omnia qui finxit, nonne omnia numine complet?
O! ubi nigra cohors talem scrutabitur umbram,
Tam spissam tenebris, Lumen quæ fallat acutum,
Sublimem Autorem visils, oculique Parentem?

Angelus interea quid creditur efle? videtur
Mens pura? an solidum corpus, feu mollior aer?

MenThese bound to bear an everlasting Load,

Durance of Chain, and Banishment of God;

By fatal Turns their wretched Strength to tire;

To swim in sulph'rous Lakes, or land on solid Fire:

While Those exalted to primæval Light,

Excess of Blessing, and Supreme Delight,

Only perceive some little Pause of Joys

In those great Moments, when their God imploys

Their Ministry, to pour his threaten'd Hate

On the proud King, or the Rebellious State:

Or to reverse Jehovah's high Command,

And speak the Thunder falling from his Hand,

When to his Duty the proud King returns;

And the Rebellious State in Ashes mourns.

How can good Angels be in Heav'n confin'd;

Or view that Presence, which no Space can bind?

Is GOD above, beneath, or yon', or here?

He who made all, is He not ev'ry where?

O how can wicked Angels find a Night *]

So dark, to hide 'em from that piercing Light, >

Which form'd the Eye, and gave the Powr of Sight?]

What mean I now, of Angel when I hear; Firm Body, Spirit pure, or fluid Air?

Mentes nulla operum nisi mentibus apta secutæ,
Pectoribus nostris faciles, animisque propinquæ,
Internos tantum motus sub corde cierent,
Se neque subjicerent externo luminis igni.
Nonne autem nostri quondam novere Parentes
Else illis sensumque dapum, cumque artubus ossa?
Ni foret, Abramus fessos potuitne lavare,
Aut S Ar A jucundis epulis lenire palatum?
Surgeret unde timor? quo Loti audacia, captos
Eripere, & sævum membris arcere furorem?
Quo more ingressus certamina vera Jacobus'
Luctantis Seraphini ictus persensit iniquos?
Qua vi Materiæ potuit fe opponere Forma,
Aut Anima exilis mortalia tangere Membra?

Aere densato constant, radiisve coactis?
Unde igitur flectuntque animos, & nostra per auras
Vota ferunt? ipsos levibus ludibria ventis
Spargeret auster agens, & turbine ferret iniquo.

An credam indutos (ut facro carmine fertur) Materiem veram, folidalque ad corpora vires? Qui fit (quandoquidem nos æqua forte potitos Numen idem circum expanfis complectitur alis) Spirits to Action spiritual confin'd,

Friends to our Thought, and Kindred to our Mind,

Should only act and prompt us from within,

Nor by external Eye be ever seen.

Was it not therefore to our Fathers known,

That these had Appetite, and Limbs, and Bone?

Else how could Abram wash their weary'd Feet;

Or Sarah please their Taste with sav'ry Meat?

Whence should they fear? or why did Lot engage

To save their Bodies from abusive Rage?

And how could Jacob, in a real Fight,

Feel or resist the wrestling Angel s Might?

How could a Form its Strength with Matter try?

Or how a Spirit touch a Mortals Thigh?

Now are they Air condensd, or gather'd Rays? How guide they then our Pray r, or keep our Ways, By stronger Blasts still subject to be tost, By Tempests scatter'd, and in Whirlwinds lost? / :* •!••"'

Have they again (as Sacred Song proclaims) Substances real, and existing Frames? How comes it, since with them we jointly share The great Effect of one Creator's Care; - • j H That

Ipsis fortia adhuc florescere lætaque membra,
Dum nostri languent pereuntque doloribus artus?
Cur, Nobis sub valle diu luctantibus ima
Contra pauperiem & curas, morbumque necemquc,
Ipsi perpetuæ producunt munera vitæ
Mellifluos inter cantus scenasque virentes? .

dum,

Mens vaga dum latum circumspicit undique MunAgnqscitque, Nihil se efferre in lumina posse; Dum surgit paulatim, atque ordine singula lustrat, Percurrit valles pictas, clivosque feraces Umbrarum; fontes vivos, minerasque tepentes, Augustum Thamesin) fæcundaque flumina Nili: Omne etiam genus in terris, pecudesque ferasque, Seu saltus & prata colant, feu littoris oras; Et mare qui tranant vastum, quique ætheris auras, Pinnigerum alatumque gregem; Vermemque pufitfum, Terrarum imbellem Dominum, sub corpore parvo Jactantem ætherios divini pectoris ignes. Jamque superne volans Cœli convexa tuetur, Ætheraque expansum, quern caerula gloria vestit Effusum ingenti spatio, noctisque per umbram «c Innumeræ complent immense lumine Stellæ; . M Hinc recolit Superos, titulis qui infignibus aucti*

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