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P. 3* BENEATH the Plow of Rintrah & the Harrow of the Almighty,

In the hands of Palamabron, Where the Starry Mills of Satan

Are built beneath the Earth & Waters of the Mundane Shell:

Here the Three Classes of Men take their Sexual texture Woven.

The Sexual is Threefold: the Human is Fourfold.

If you account it Wisdom when you are angry to be silent, and

Not to shew it: I do not account that Wisdom, but Folly.

Every Man's Wisdom is peculiar to his own Individuality.

O Satan, my youngest born, art thou not Prince of the Starry Hosts,

And of the Wheels of Heaven, to turn the Mills day & night?

Art thou not Newton's Pantocrator, weaving the Woof of Locke?

To Mortals thy Mills seem every thing, & the Harrow of Shaddai

A Scheme of Human Conduct invisible & incomprehensible.

Get to thy Labours at the Mills & leave me to my wrath.

Satan was going to reply, but Los roll'd his loud thunders.

Anger me not! thou canst not drive the Harrow in pity's paths:

Thy Work is Eternal Death with Mills & Ovens & Cauldrons.

Trouble me no more, thou canst not have Eternal Life.

So Los spoke: Satan trembling obey'd, weeping along the way.

Mark well my words! they are of your eternal Salvation!

Between South Molton Street & Stratford Place: Calvary's foot:

Where the Victms were preparing for sacrifice their Cherubim:

Around their loins pour'd forth their arrows, & their bosoms beam

With all colours of precious stones, and their inmost palaces

Resounded with preparation of animals wild & tame.

(Mark well my words: Corporeal Friends are Spiritual Enemies)

Mocking Druidical Mathematical Proportion of Length, Bredth, Highth:

Displaying Naked Beauty: with Flute & Harp & Song.

P. 5* BY Enitharmon's looms when Albion was slain upon his Mountains,

And in his tent, through envy of the living form, even of the Divine Vision,

And of the sports of wisdom in the Human Imagination,

Which is the Divine Body of the Lord Jesus blessed for ever.

Mark well my words, they are of your eternal salvation. 47