صور الصفحة
PDF
النشر الإلكتروني

Will bring me hence, no other guide I seek.
By miracle he may, reply'd the swain,
What other way I fee not, for we here
Live on tough roots and stubs, to thirst inur'd
More than the camel, and to drink go far,
Men to much misery and hardship born;
But if thou be the son of God, command
That out of these hard stones be made thee bread;
So shalt thou save thy felf and us relieve
With food, whereof we wretched seldom taste.

He ended, and the fon of God reply'd.
Think'st thou such force in bread; is it not written
(For I difcern thee other than thou seem'ft)
Man lives not by bread only, but each word
Proceeding from the mouth of God? who fed
Our fathers here with manna; in the mount
Moses was forty days, not eat nor drank,
And forty days Elijah without food
Wandred this barren waste, the fame I now:
Why dost thou then suggest to me distruft,
Knowing who I am, as I know who thou art?
Whom thus answer'd th' arch-fiend now undisguis'd.
'Tis true, I am that spirit unfortunate,
Who leagu'd with millions more in rash revolt
Kept not my happy station, but was driv'n
With them from bliss to the bottomless deep,
Yet to that hideous place not so confin'd
By rigour unconniving, but that oft
Leaving my dolorous prison I enjoy
Large liberty to round this globe of earth,
Or range in th' air, nor from the heav'n of heav'ns

Hath he excluded my resort sometimes.
I came among the fons of God, when he
Gave up into my hands Uzzean Job

To prove him, and illustrate his high worth;.
And when to all his angels he propos'd
To draw the proud king Ahab into fraud,
That he might fall in Ramoth, they demurring,
I undertook that office; and the tongues
Of all his flattering prophets glibb'd with lyes
To his destruction, as I had in charge,
For what he bids I do; though I have lost
Much lustre of my native brightness, lost
To be belov'd of God, I have not loft
To love, at least contemplate and admire
What I fee excellent in good, or fair,
Or virtuous, I should so have lost all sense.
What can be then less in me than defire
To see thee, and approach thee, whom I know
Declar'd the Son of God, to hear attent
Thy wisdom, and behold thy God-like deeds?
Men generally think me much a foe
To all mankind: why should I? they to me
Never did wrong or violence, by them
I loft not what I loft, rather by them
I gain'd what I have gain'd, and with then dwell
Copartner in these regions of the world,
If not disposer; lend them oft my aid,
Oft my advice by presages and signs,
And answers, oracles, portents and dreams,
Whereby they may direct their future life.
Envy they say excites me, thus to gain

B

Companions of my misery and wo.
At first it may be; but long since with wo
Nearer acquainted, now I feel by proof,
That fellowship in pain divides not smart,
Nor lightens aught each mans peculiar load;
Small confolation then, were man adjoin'd:
This wounds me most (what can it less) that man,
Man fall'n shall be restor'd, I never more.

To whom our Saviour sternly thus reply'd:
Deservedly thou griev'st, compos'd of lyes
From the beginning, and in lyes wilt end;
Who boast'st release from hell, and leave to come
Into the heav'n of heav'ns: thou com'st indeed,
As a poor miferable captive thrall,
Comes to the place where he before had fat
Among the prime in splendor, now depos'd,
Ejected, emptied, gaz'd, unpitied, smun'd,
A fpectacle of ruin or of scorn

OT

OST

[ocr errors]

To all the host of heav'n; the happy place
Imports to thee no happiness, no joy,
Rather inflames thy torment, reprefenting
Loft bliss, to thee no more communicable, sige T
So never more in hell than when in heav'n.

[ocr errors]

But thou art serviceable to heav'ns king.20Le vt OT
Wilt thou impute t' obedience what thy fear
Extorts, or pleasure to do ill excites?
What but thy malice mov'd thee to mifdeem
Of righteous Job, then cruelly to afflict him
With all inflictions? but his patience won.
The other service was thy chosen task,
To be a lyar in four hundred months;

For lying is thy sustenance, thy food to enorment
Yet thou pretend'st to truth; all oracles民國換
By thee are giv'n, and what confeft more true
Among the nations? that hath been thy craft, zpTI
By mixing somewhat true to vent more lyes.
But what have been thy answers, what but dark,
Ambiguous, and with double sense deluding,
Which they who ask'd have seldom understood,
And not well understood as good not known?T
Who ever by consulting at thy shrine
Return'd the wiser, or the more instrut
To fly or follow what concern'd him most,
And run not fooner to his fatal snare?

For God hath justly giv'n the nations up
To thy delufions, justly, since they fell
Idolatrous, but when his purpose is
Among them to declare his providence

To thee not known, whence haft thou then thy truth,
But from him or his angels president
In ev'ry province, who themselves disdaining
T'approach thy temple, give thee in command
What to the smallest title thou shalt say
To thy adorers ? thou with trembling fear,
Or like a fawning parafite obey'st;
Then to thy felf ascrib'st the truth foretold.
But this thy glory shall be foon retrench'd;
No more shalt thou by oracling abuse
The Gentiles; henceforth oracles are ceas'd;
And thou no more with pomp and facrifice
Shalt be enquir'd at Delphos or elfe-where,
At least in vain, for they shall find thee mute.

God hath now sent his loving oracle
Into the world to teach his final will,

And sends his spirit of truth henceforth to dwell
In pious hearts, an inward oracle
To all truth requifite for men to know.

So spake our Saviour; but the fubtle fiend,
Though inly stung with anger and disdain,
Dissembled, and this answer smooth return'd.
Sharply thou hast insisted on rebuke,
And urg'd me hard with doings, which not will
But mifery hath wrested from me: where
Eafily canst thou find one miferable,

And not inforc'd oft-times to part from truth,
If it may stand him more in stead to lye,
Say and unsay, feign, flatter, or abjure?
But thou art plac'd above me, thou art lord;
From thee I can and must submifs endure
Check or reproof, and glad t' escape so quit.
Hard are the ways of truth, and rough to walk,
Smooth on the tongue discours'd, pleasing to th' ear,
And tuneable as filvan pipe or fong;
What wonder then if I delight to hear
Her dictates from thy mouth? most men admire
Virtue, who follow not her lore: permit me
To hear thee when I come (fince no man comes)
And talk at least, tho' I despair t' attain.
Thy father, who is holy, wife and pure,
Suffers the hypocrite or atheous priest
To tread his facred courts, and minifter
About his altar, handling holy things,
Praying or vowing, and vouchsaf'd his voice

« السابقةمتابعة »