As he our darkness, ot we his Light
Imitate when we please? This Desart soile [ 270 ]
Wants not her hidden lustre, Gemms and Gold;
Nor want we skill or Art, from wheo raise
Magnifice; and what Heavn shew more?
Our torments also may ih of time
Bee our Elements, these pierg Fires [ 275 ]
As soft as now severe, our temper gd
Into their temper; which must needs remove
The sensible of pain. All things invite
To peaceful sels, and the settld State
Of order, how in safety best we may [ 280 ]
pose our present evils, with regard
Of what we are and were, dismissing quite
All thoughts of warr: ye have what I advise.
He scarce had finisht, when such murmur filld
Th Assembly, as when hollow Rocks retain [ 285 ]
The sound of blustring winds, which all night long
Had rousd the Sea, now with hoarse ce lull
Sea-faring mecht, whose Bark by ce
Or Pinnachors in a craggy Bay
After the Tempest: Such applause was heard [ 290 ]
As Mammon ended, and his Sentence pleasd,
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