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344 Let in these wasteful furies, who impute Folly to me—so doth the Prince of Hell And his adherents—that with so much ease I suffer them to enter and possess A place so heavenly, and conniving seem To gratify my scornful enemies, That laugh, as if, transported with some fit Of passion, I to them had quitted all, At random yielded up to their misrule; And know not that I called and drew them thither, My hell-hounds, to lick up the draff and filth Which Man's polluting sin with taint hath shed On what was pure; till, crammed and gorged nigh burst, With sucked and glutted offal, at one sling Of thy victorious arm, well-pleasing Son, Both Sin and Death, and yawning Grave at last Through Chaos hurled, obstruct the mouth of Hell For ever, and seal up his ravenous jaws. Then Heaven and Earth renewed shall be made pure To sanctity that shall receive no stain. Till then the curse pronounced on both precedes."
 * He ended, and the heavenly audience loud

Sung Hallelujah, as the sound of seas, Through multitude that sung:—"Just are thy ways, Righteous are thy decrees on all thy works;