BOOK IL PARADISE LOST. Live to our felves, though in this vaft recefs, Free, and to none accountable, preferring 255 Hard liberty before the eafie yoke O fervile pomp. Our greatneIs will appear Then molt conipicuous, when great things of final!, Ufeful of hurtlul, profperous of adverte We c;.ni create ; and in what place fo e'er 260 Thrive under evil, and work eafe out of pain, i brough labour and indurance. This deep world OF clarkeeiS do we dread ? how oft amidft Thick clouds and dark doth heav'e's all-ruling Sire Chufe to rdicie, his glory unobfcut'd, 265 And with the majefty of darknefs round Cevers his throne ; from whence deep thunders roar Mutt'ring their rage, and heav'n refembies hell ? As hf; our darknAs, cannot we his light Imitate when we pleale ? this detaet toil 270 Wants not her hidden !mire, gems and gold : Nor want we (kill or ari, from whence to raife Magnificence ; and what can heav'n thew more ? Our torments alio may in length of time Become our elements ; thefe piercing fi-es 275 As loft as now fevere, our temper chang'd Into their temper ; which mutt needs remove The fentible of pain. All things invite To peaceful countels, and the settled Rate Of order, how in fafety belt we may 280 Compote our preterit evils, with regard Of what we are and whepe, difmitring quite All thoughts of war.-Ye have what I advife. He fcarce had finifht, when fuch murmur fill'd Th' affembly, as when hollow Rocks retain 285 The found of bluftring winds, which all night long Had rouz'd the lea, now with hoarfe cadence lull Sea4 37
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