 | The Sad Condition of a Distracted Kingdome |  |
'Midst these debates from the Abisse of hell
(VVhere constant horrour and confusion dwell)
A furie came; who flying through the ayre,
VVith smoake and flashes, and with thunder, tare
Huge Rocks asunder; blasted the green corn,
Gave death to blossomes, kild the fruit new born.
The ruddie tincture from the Roses fled,
The purple violet hung downe his head;
The Heliotrope enamor'd of the Sun
Fearing his love was lost, the world undone;
Dreading now only an eternall shade,
Pluckt in his glorious colours and decay'd.
Natures vast frame forgets the pristine state,
And all her creatures turn retrogradate.
So have I seen the boisterous blasts conspire
VVith angry heaven, and the Ætherean fire
By furious whirlwinds and tempestuous weather,
To dammage the whole Vniverse together.
And as the Monster mounted on his way
Towards Heaven, the Sun forgetting it was day
Vnable, or afraid t'endure the fight
Puts out his glorious Taper, and made night.
The Fiend arriv'd at the Olympian Gates
Crav'd audience, and admittance of the States.
Our sins gave easie entrance, (only sinne
Can make the Devill ground on mortals winne)
Admitted, backward from his threatning front,
He twirld the Serpent that hung dangling on't.
And with a hideous Roare uttered these words:
(VVhere constant horrour and confusion dwell)
A furie came; who flying through the ayre,
VVith smoake and flashes, and with thunder, tare
Huge Rocks asunder; blasted the green corn,
Gave death to blossomes, kild the fruit new born.
The ruddie tincture from the Roses fled,
The purple violet hung downe his head;
The Heliotrope enamor'd of the Sun
Fearing his love was lost, the world undone;
Dreading now only an eternall shade,
Pluckt in his glorious colours and decay'd.
Natures vast frame forgets the pristine state,
And all her creatures turn retrogradate.
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VVith angry heaven, and the Ætherean fire
By furious whirlwinds and tempestuous weather,
To dammage the whole Vniverse together.
And as the Monster mounted on his way
Towards Heaven, the Sun forgetting it was day
Vnable, or afraid t'endure the fight
Puts out his glorious Taper, and made night.
The Fiend arriv'd at the Olympian Gates
Crav'd audience, and admittance of the States.
Our sins gave easie entrance, (only sinne
Can make the Devill ground on mortals winne)
Admitted, backward from his threatning front,
He twirld the Serpent that hung dangling on't.
And with a hideous Roare uttered these words:
| The Sad Condition of a Distracted Kingdome | |