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Well may we tremble now: what manners reign?
But wherefore ask we, when a true reply
Would shock too much? Kind Heaven, avert events
Whose fatal nature might reply too plain!
Heaven's half-bared arm of vengeance has been waved
In northern skies, and pointed to the south.
Vengeance, delay'd, but gathers and ferments,
More formidably blackens in the wind,
Brews deeper draughts of unrelenting wrath,
And higher charges the suspended storm.