The happier reign the fooner it begins; while? 180 To whom our Saviour answer thus re turn'd. All things are beft fullfill'd in their due time, And time there is for all things. Truth hath faid; If of my reign prophetic Writ hath told, That it shall never end, fo when begin 1-85 190. Suffering, abstaining, quietly expecting, Well hath obey'd; juft trial ere I merit To whom the Tempter inly rack'd reply'd: Let that come when it comes; all hope is loft Of my reception into grace; what worse? 205 For where no hope is left, is left no fear: If there be worse, the expectation more Of worse torments me than the feeling can, I would be at the worft; worft is my port, My harbour and my ultimate repose, The end I would attain, my final good, My error was my error, and my crime My crime; whatever for itself condemn'd, And will alike be punish'd, whether thou Reign or reign not; though to that gentle brow 210 215 Willingly I could fly, and hope thy reign, From that placid afpéct and meek regard, Rather than aggravate my evil state, Would stand between me and thy Father's ire (Whose ire I dread more than the fire of A fhelter and a kind of fhading cool. Interpofition, as a fummers cloud. 220 If I then to the worst that can be hafte, king? Perhaps thou linger'ft in deep thoughts de Of th' enterprise fo hazardous and high; At home, scarce view'd the Galilean towns, The world thou haft not seen, much less her glory, Empires, and monarchs, and their radiant courts, Beft school of beft experience, quickest infight quit Those rudiments, and fee before thinc eyes 245 The monarchies of th' earth, their pomp and state, Sufficient introduction to inform Thee, of thyfelf so apt, in regal arts, And regal myfteries, that thou mayft know How beft their oppofition to withstand. 250 With that (fuch pow'r was giv'n him then) The Son of God up to a mountain high. Fair champain with lefs rivers intervein'd, 260 Huge cities and high towr'd, that well might seem The feats of migthieft monarchs, and fo large The profpect was, that here and there was room For barren defert fountainless and dry To this high mountain top the Tempter Our Saviour, and new train of words began. Well have we speeded, and o'er hill and dale, Foreft and field and flood, temples and towers, Cut fhorter many a league; here thou be hold'ft Affyria and her empire's ancient bounds 270. Here Nineveh, of length within her wall 275 His city there thou seeft, and Bactra there; 285 Turning with eafy eye thou may'st behold. Of |