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Contracts his pensive Brow into a Frown, With Looks inquisitive he seeks the Cause Why Nature acts not still by Natures Laws. 'Twas but a Moment, since the Sorcerer's Sight Receiv'd the Day, and blaz'd infernal Light: Untouch'd, the Optiques in a Moment fail'd, Their fierce Illumination quench'd, or veil'd; Throughout th' Extention of his ample Sway, No Fact, like this, the Roman cou'd survey, Who, with spread Hands, invites Mankind to gaze, And sympathize in the profound Amaze. To share his Wonder every one combines, By diff'rent Aspects shewn, and diff'rent Signs. A comely Figure, near the Consul plac'd, With serious Mildness and Instruction grac'd, To Others seems imparting what he saw, And shews the Wretch with reverential Awe: Whilst a more eager Person next we find, Viewing the Wizard with a Sceptick's Mind; Who his fixt Eyes so near him do's apply, We think, enliv'ning Beams might from them fly, To re-inkindle, by so just an Aim, The radial Sparks, but lately check' d and tame, As Tapers new put-out will catch approaching flame. But dire Surprize th' Enquiry do's succeed, Whilst full Conviction in his Face we read, And He, who question'd, now deplores the Deed. To sacred a younger Figure guides, With seeming Warmth, which still in Youth presides; And pointing forward, Elder Men directs, In Him, to note the Cause of these Effects ; Upon whose Brow do's evidently shine Deputed Pow'r, t' inflict the Wrath Divine;