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As when a Vultur on Imaus bred,

Whose snowie ridge the roving Tartar bounds,

Dislodging from a Region scarce of prey

Te the flesh of Lambs or yeanling Kids

On Hills where Flocks are fed, flies toward the Springs [ 435 ]

Of Ganges or Hydaspes, Indian streams;

But in his way lights on the barren Plaines

Of Seria, where eses drive

With Sails and Wind thir ie Waggons light:

So on this windie Sea of Land, the Fiend [ 440 ]

Walkd up and down alo on his prey,

Alone, for other Creature in this place

Living or liveless to be found was none,

, but store hereafter from the earth

Up hither like Aereal vapours flew [ 445 ]

Of all things transitorie and vain, when Sin

With vanity had filld the works of men:

Both all things vain, and all who in vain things

Built thir fond hopes of Glorie or lasting fame,

Or happiness in this or th other life; [ 450 ]

All who have thir reward oh, the fruits

Of painful Superstition and blind Zeal,

Naught seeking but the praise of men, here find

Fit retributioie as thir deeds;

All th unaplisht works of Natures hand, [ 455 ]

Abortive, monstrous, or unkindly mixt,

Dissolvd oh, fleet hither, and in vain,

Till final dissolution, wander here,

Not in the neighb Moon, as some have dreamd;

Those argent Fields more likely habitants, [ 460 ]

Translated Saints, or middle Spirits hold

Betwixt th Angelical and Human kinde:

Hither of ill-joynd Sons and Daughters born

First from the a World those Giants came

With many a vain exploit, though then renownd: [ 465 ]

The builders of Babel on the Plain

Of Sennaar, and still with vain designe

New Babels, had they wherewithall, would build:

Others came single; he who to be deemd

A God, leapd fondly into Ætna flames [ 470 ]

Empedocles, and hee who to enjoy

Platos Elysium, leapd into the Sea,

brotus, and many more too long,

Embryos and Idiots, Eremits and Friers

White, Blad Grey, with all thir trumperie. [ 475 ]

Here Pilgrims roam, that strayd so farr to seek

In Golgotha him dead, who lives in Heavn;

And they who to be sure of Paradise

Dying put on the weeds of Dominic,

Or in Francis think to pass disguisd; [ 480 ]

They pass the Plas seven, and pass the fixt,

And that Crystalline Sphear whose ballance weighs

The Trepidation talkt, and that first movd;

And now Saier at Heavns Wicket seems

To wait them with his Keys, and now at foot [ 485 ]

Of Heavns ast they lift thir Feet, when loe

A violent cross wind from either Coast

Blows them transverse ten thousand Leagues awry

Into the devious Air; then might ye see

Cowles, Hoods and Habits with thir wearers tost [ 490 ]

And flutterd ints, then Reliques, Beads,

Indulgences, Dispenses, Pardons, Bulls,

The sport of Winds: all these upwhirld aloft

Fly ore the backside of the World farr off

Into a Limbe and broad, since calld [ 495 ]

The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown

Long after, now unpeopld, and untrod;

All this dark Globe the Fiend found as he passd,

And long he wanderd, till at last a gleame

Of dawning light turnd thither-ward in haste [ 500 ]

His travelld steps; farr distant he descries

Asding by degrees magnifit

Up to the

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