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Rh And with the majesty of darkness round Covers his throne; from whence deep thunders roar Mustering their rage, and Heaven resembles Hell! As he our darkness, cannot we his light Imitate when we please? This desert so Wants not her hidden lustre, gems and gold, Nor want we skill or art, from whence to raise Magnificence; and what can Heaven shew more Our torments also may in length of time Become our elements, these piercing fires As soft as now severe, our temper changed Into their temper, which must needs remove The sensible of pain. All things invite To peaceful counsels and the settled state Of order, how in safety best we may Compose our present evils, with regard Of what we are and where, dismissing quite All thoughts of war. Ye have what I advise."
 * He scarce had finished, when such murmur filled

The assembly, as when hollow rocks retain The sound of blustering winds, which all night long Had roused the sea, now with hoarse cadence lull Seafaring men o'erwatched, whose bark by chance,