PooK III. PARADISE REGAIN'D Let that come when it comes; all hope is loft Of-my reception into grace ; what worfe ? 205 For where n.,) h )pe is left, is left no fear If there be worte, the expeda.tion more Of wcyfe torments me than the feeling can. I wood be at the w,,rft ; wont} is my port, My harbour-, and my ultimate repot.; 210 The end [ wou'd at:ain, my final good. My error was my error, and my crime My. crime; whatever for ittelf condemn'd, Aod wit alike be punifh d, whether thou Reign or reign not ; though to that gentle brow 215 Will gly I could fly, and hope thy reign, urn that placid afpet and meek regard, Rath' r than aggravate my evil flate. Woold thud between me and thy Father's ire (Whole i,e I dread more than the fire of Hell) 220 A ,helter and a kmd of finding cool Interpofition, as a fununer's cloud. If I then to the wont that can be hafte, Why move thy feet fo flow to what is belt, Happied both to thyielf and all the world, 225 That thou who worthieit art floculd'ft be their king Perhaps thou in deep thoughts detain'd th' enterprize fo haza d 'us and high; No wonder, for though in thee be united What of perfedion can in man be found, 230 Or human nature can receive, confider Thy life bath yet been private, molt part (pent At home, fcarce view'd the Galilean towns, Aid once a year Jeru aiem, few days 234 Short fojourn; and what thence could'a thou obferve The world thou halt not Peen, much lefs her glory, Empires, and monarchs, and their radiant courts, Veit fchoul heft experience, quickeft infght S'7
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