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 Heap on himselfe damnation, while hee sought Evill to others, and enrag'd might see How all his malice serv'd but to bring forth Infinite goodnesse, grace and mercy, shewn On man by him seduc't, but on himselfe Treble confusion, wrauth and vengeance pour'd. Forth with upright he rears from off the poole His mighty stature; on each hand the flames Driv'n backward slope thir poynting spires, & rowld In billows, leave ith' midst a horrid vale. Then with expanded wings he steares his flight Aloft, incumbent on the dusky air That felt unusuall waight, till on dry land He lights, if it were land that ever burn'd With solid, as the Lake with liquid fire, And such appear'd in hew; as when the force Of subterranean wind transports a hill Torn from Pelorus, or the shatter'd side Of thundring Etna, whose combustible And fewell'd entrails thence conceiving fire Sublim'd with minerall fury, aid the winds, And leave a singed bottom all involv'd With stench and smoak. Such resting found the sole Of unblest feet: him followd his next Mat