The London-Spy Compleat In Eighteen Parts By the Author of the Trip to Jamaica [i.e. Edward Ward] |
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The Madmans Flight.
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The Madmans Flight.
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I the Scepter of Heaven sway,
And make Dame Nature my Commands obey,
The Ocean I'd unbound, and Quench the Fiery Day.
Fearing no Thunder could from Jove be hurl'd,
I'd then in Darkness Ravage thro' the World:
Till met by Devils in Amazing throngs,
Who Poking stand with their Infernal Prongs:
Shrieking like Souls opprest, I'd bid 'em come;
And stare so fierce I'd brazen out my Doom;
Knowing my Soul is too Divine an Air,
For Fiends or Devils to torment or tear;
I'd forwards press, and to repulse their Aim,
Would drive those Hellish Tribes from whence they came.
And make Dame Nature my Commands obey,
The Ocean I'd unbound, and Quench the Fiery Day.
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I'd then in Darkness Ravage thro' the World:
Till met by Devils in Amazing throngs,
Who Poking stand with their Infernal Prongs:
Shrieking like Souls opprest, I'd bid 'em come;
And stare so fierce I'd brazen out my Doom;
Knowing my Soul is too Divine an Air,
For Fiends or Devils to torment or tear;
I'd forwards press, and to repulse their Aim,
Would drive those Hellish Tribes from whence they came.
Then mount to Heaven, and kindle up the Sun,
To see what Mischiefs I on Earth had done,
Bebold, like Cruel Tyrants with Delight,
The Crimson Ills that stain'd the sable Night.
My Power, like theirs, I'd Build on others Fate,
And Glory in Black Deeds that made me Great.
When I thro' all these Purple Crimes had run,
That cou'd be by unbounded Greatness done,
Then the bright Chariot of the Sun I'd Seize,
And drive it where my God like Soul shou'd please.
The Moon wou'd I compel to be my Guide;
Thus splendidly thro' Heaven wou'd I ride,
There huff and strut, and kick the Gods aside.
In my Careir, my Fury to Expose,
I'd cast down Stars upon the Heads of those,
Whom either Fate or Choice had made my Foes.
To see what Mischiefs I on Earth had done,
Bebold, like Cruel Tyrants with Delight,
The Crimson Ills that stain'd the sable Night.
My Power, like theirs, I'd Build on others Fate,
And Glory in Black Deeds that made me Great.
When I thro' all these Purple Crimes had run,
That cou'd be by unbounded Greatness done,
Then the bright Chariot of the Sun I'd Seize,
And drive it where my God like Soul shou'd please.
The Moon wou'd I compel to be my Guide;
Thus splendidly thro' Heaven wou'd I ride,
There huff and strut, and kick the Gods aside.
In my Careir, my Fury to Expose,
I'd cast down Stars upon the Heads of those,
Whom either Fate or Choice had made my Foes.
And then the Demons of the Air to scare,
The Clouds in sundry pieces wou'd I tare,
And puff 'em up like Bubbles in the Air:
I'd jostle Clouds, Heavens Harmony Confound,
And make each Flaming Orb march nimbly round.
If any Bold Olympian Cent'nel dare,
Question my Office, or my Business there,
Or if against me offer to Rebel,
I'd grasp his Air, and strike him down to Hell.
The Clouds in sundry pieces wou'd I tare,
And puff 'em up like Bubbles in the Air:
I'd jostle Clouds, Heavens Harmony Confound,
And make each Flaming Orb march nimbly round.
If any Bold Olympian Cent'nel dare,
Question my Office, or my Business there,
Or if against me offer to Rebel,
I'd grasp his Air, and strike him down to Hell.
Thus by Degrees wou'd I the Gods Unthrone,
Till Heaven shou'd at last become my own.
Then to demolish Earth's Infernal Crew,
I'd Damn this Old World, and Create a New.
Till Heaven shou'd at last become my own.
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I'd Damn this Old World, and Create a New.
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