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Rh  Harh Thunder, that the lowet bottom hook Of Erebus. She op'nd, but to hut Excel'd her power; the Gates wide op'n tood, That with extended wings a Bannerd Hot Under pread Enigns marching might pas through With Hore and Chariots rankt in looe array; So wide they tood, and like a Furnace mouth Cast forth redounding moak and ruddy flame. 890 Before thir eyes in udden view appear The ecrets of the hoarie deep, a dark Illimitable Ocean without bound, Without dimenion, where length, breadth, and highth, And time and place are lot; where eldet Night And Chaos, Ancetors of Nature, hold Eternal Anarchie, amidt the noie Of endles warrs, and by confuion tand. For hot, cold, moit, and dry, four Champions fierce, Strive here for Maitrie, and to Battel bring 900 Thir embryon Atoms; they around the flag Of each his faction, in their everal Clans, Light-arm'd or heavy, harp, mooth, wift or low, Swarm populous, unnumber'd as the Sands Of Barca or Cyrene’s torrid oil, Levied to ide with warring Winds, and poie Thir lighter wings. To whom thee mot adhere Hee rules a moment; Chaos Umpire its, And by decision more imbroiles the fray By which he Reigns: next him high Arbiter, 910 Chance governs all. Into this wilde Abys, The Womb of nature and perhaps her Grave, Of neither Sea, nor Shore, nor Air, nor Fire, But all thee in their pregnant caues mixt