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To his destruction, as I had in charge,
This wounds me most (what can it less?) that
nian, Man fall’n shall be restor'd, I never more. 405
To whom our Saviour Iternly thus reply'd. Defervediy thou griev'st, compos'd of lies From the beginning, and in lies wilt end; Wło boast'st release from Hell, and leave to
Into the Heav'n of Heav'ns ; thou com'ft in
410 As a poor miserable captive thrall Comes to the place, where he before had sat Among the prime in fplendor, now depos'd, Ejected, emptied, gaz'd, unpitied, slunn'd, A spectacle of ruin or of scorn
415 To all the host of Heav'n: the happy place Imparts to thee no happiness, no joy, Rather inflaines thy torment, representing Loft bliss, to thee no more communicable, So never more in Hell, than when in Hea
420 But thou art serviceable to Heav'n's King. Wilt thou impute to' obedience, what thy fear Extorte, or pleasure to do ill excites ? What but thy malice mov'd thee to misdeem Of righteous Job, then cruelly to afflict.
425 With all inflictions ? but his patience won. The other service was thy chosen task,
To be a liar in four hundred mouths;
dark, Ambiguous and with double sense delu
435 Which they who ask'd have seldom under
stood, And not well understood as good not known? Who ever by consulting at thy shrine Return'd the wiser, or the more instruct To fly or follow what concern’d him most, 440 And run not sooner to his fatal (nare! For God hath justly giv'n the nations up To thy delusions; justly, since they fell Idolatrous: but when his purpose is Among them to declare his providence 445 To thee not known, whence halt thou then
thy truth, But from him or his Angels prefdent In every province? who themselves disdai
ning T'approach thy temples, give thee in com
What to the smallest tittle thou shalt say 450
God hath now sent his living oracle 460
465 Though inly ftung with anger and disdain, Dillembled, and this answer finooth return'd.
Sharply thou hast insisted on rebuke, And urg'd me hard with doings, which not
will But milery hath wrested from me: where 470 Easily canft ihou find one miserable, And not enforc'd oft-times to part from
truth; If it may stand him more in stead to lie,
Say and unsay, feign, flatter, or abjure ?
475 From thee I can and must submiss indure Check or reproof, and glad to 'scape lo
quit. Hard are the ways of truth, and rough to
walk, Smooth on the tongue discours’d, pleasing to
And tuneable as sylvan pipe or long; 480
485 Thy Father, who is holy, wise and
vowing, and vouchsaf'd his
490 To Balaam reprobate, a prophet yet Inspir'd; disdain not such access to me.
To whom our Saviour with unalter'd brow. Thy coming hither, though I know thy scope, I bid not or forbid; do as thou find'st 495