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Book. Nor did they not perceave the evil plight

In which they were, or the fierce pains not feel;

Yet to their Generals Voyce they oon obeyd

Innumerable. As when the potent Rod

Of Amranms Son in Egypts evill day

Wav’d round the Coat, up call’d a pitchy cloud

Of Locusts, warping on the Eatern Wind,

That ore the Realm of impious Pharaoh hung

Like Night, and darken’d all the Land of Nile

So numberles were thoe bad Angels een

Hovering on wing under the Cope of Hell

'Twixt upper, nether, and urrounding Fires;

Till, as a ignal giv’n, th’ uplifted Spear

Of their great Sultan waving to direct

Thir coure, in even ballance down they light

On the firm brimtone, and fill all the Plain;

A multitude, like which the populous North

Pour’d never from her frozen loyns, to pas

Rhene or the Danaw, when her barbarous Sons

Came like a Deluge on the South, and pread

Beneath Gibraltar to the Lybian ands.

Forthwith from every Squadron and each Band

The Heads and Leaders thither hat where tood

Their great Commander; Godlike hapes and forms

Excelling human. Princely Dignities,

And Powers that eart in Heaven at on Thrones;

Though of their Names in heav'nly Records now

Be no memorial, blotted out and ras’d

By thir Rebellion, from the Books of Life.

Nor had they yet among the Sons of Eve

Got them new Names, till wandring ore the Earth,

Through Gods high ufferance for the tryal of man, By