Thou singst with so much gravity and ease That Majesty which through thy Work doth ReignĪnd things divine thou treatst of in such stateĪt once delight and horrour on us seise, So that no room is here for Writers left,īut to detect their Ignorance or Theft. Thou hast not miss'd one thought that could be fit, To change in Scenes, and show it in a Play.īut I am now convinc'd, and none will dare Might hence presume the whole Creations day Jealous I was that some less skilful handĪnd by ill imitating would excell) Lest he perplex'd the things he would explain, Īnd what was easie he should render vain. O're which lame Faith leads Understanding blind Through that wide Field how he his way should find
I lik'd his project, the success did fear The World o'rewhelming to revenge his sight. (So Sampson groap'd the Temples Posts in spight) That he would ruine (for I saw him strong) Heav'n, Hell, Earth, Chaos, All the Argument Hæc quicunque leget tantum cecinesse putabit Horrendumque rotæ strident, & sæva rotarumĮxcidit attonitis mens omnis, & impetus omnis Īd poenas fugiunt, & ceu foret Orcus asylumĮt quos fama recens vel celebravit anus.
Stat dubius cui se parti concedat Olympus,Īt simul in coelis Messiæ insignia fulgent,Įt currus animes, armaque digna Deo, Quantis, & quam funestis concurritur irisĭum ferus hic stellas protegit, ille rapit!ĭum vulsos Montes ceu Tela reciproca torquent, Quantus in ætheriis tollit se Lucifer armis!
O quantos in bella Duces! quæ protulit arma!Ĭoelestes acies! atque in certamine Coelum!Įt quæ Coelestes pugna deceret agros! Hæc qui speraret quis crederet esse futurum? In Christo erga homines conciliatus amor. Įt quodcunque ullis conclusum est finibus usquam,Įt sine fine magis, si quid magis est sine fine, Quæque colunt terras, Portumque & Tartara cæca, Sulphureumque Erebi, flammivomumque specus. Terræque, tractusque maris, coelumque profundum Intima panduntur magni penetralia mundi, Res cunctas, & cunctarum primordia rerum,
QUi legis Amissam Paradisum, grandia magni
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