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Book 2.  Our torments alo may in length of time Become our Elements, thee piercing Fires As oft as now evere, our temper chang’d Into their temper; which mut needs remove The enible of pain. All things invite To peaceful Counels, and the ettl’d State 280 Of order, how in afety best we may Compoe our preent evils, with regard Of what we are and where, dimiing quite All thoughts of Warr: ye have what I advie. He carce had finiht, when uch murmur filld Th’ Aembly, as when hollow Rocks retain The ound of blutring winds, which all night long Had rous’d the Sea, now with hoare cadence lull Sea-faring men orewatcht, whoe Bark by chance Or Pinnace anchors in a craggy Bay 290 After the Tempet: Such applaue was heard As Mammon ended, and his Sentence pleas’d, Adviing peace: for uch another Field They dreaded wore than Hell: o much the fear Of Thunder and the Sword of Michael Wrought till within them; and no les deire To found this nether Empire, which might rie By pollicy, and long proces of time, In emulation oppoite to Heav’n. Which when Bëëlzebub perceiv’d, then whom, 300 Satan except, none higher at, with grave Apect he roe, and in his riing eem’d A Pillar of State; deep on his Front engraven Deliberation at and publick care; And Princely counel in his face yet hon, Majetick though in ruin: age he tood