Of triumph, to be styl'd great Conquerours,Patrons of Mankind, Gods, and Sons of Gods,Destroyers rightlier call'd and Plagues of men.Thus Fame shall be achiev'd, renown on Earth,And what most merits fame in silence hid.But hee the seventh from thee, whom thou beheldstThe onely righteous in a World perverse,And therefore hated, therefore so besetWith Foes for daring single to be just,
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And utter odious Truth, that God would comeTo judge them with his Saints: Him the most HighRapt in a balmie Cloud with winged SteedsDid, as thou sawst, receave, to walk with GodHigh in Salvation and the Climes of bliss,Exempt from Death; to shew thee what rewardAwaits the good, the rest what punishment;Which now direct thine eyes and soon behold.He look'd, & saw the face of things quite chang'd;The brazen Throat of Warr had ceast to roar,
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All now was turn'd to jollitie and game,To luxurie and riot, feast and dance,Marrying or prostituting, as befell,Rape or Adulterie, where passing faireAllurd them; thence from Cups to civil Broiles.At length a Reverend Sire among them came,And of thir doings great dislike declar'd,And testifi'd against thir wayes; hee oftFrequented thir Assemblies, whereso met,Triumphs or Festivals, and to them preachd
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Conversion and Repentance, as to SoulsIn prison under Judgements imminent:But all in vain: which when he saw, he ceas'dContending, and remov'd his Tents farr off;Then from the Mountain hewing Timber tall,Began to build a Vessel of huge bulk,Measur'd by Cubit, length, & breadth, and highth,Smeard round with Pitch, and in the side a doreContriv'd, and of provisions laid in largeFor Man and Beast: when loe a wonder strange!
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Of everie Beast, and Bird, and Insect smallCame seavens, and pairs, and enterd in, as taughtThir order; last the Sire, and his three SonsWith thir four Wives, and God made fast the dore.Meanwhile the Southwind rose, & with black wingsWide hovering, all the Clouds together droveFrom under Heav'n; the Hills to their supplieVapour, and Exhalation dusk and moist,Sent up amain; and now the thick'nd SkieLike a dark Ceeling stood; down rush'd the Rain
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Impetuous, and continu'd till the EarthNo more was seen; the floating Vessel swumUplifted; and secure with beaked prowRode tilting o're the Waves, all dwellings elseFlood overwhelmd, and them with all thir pompDeep under water rould; Sea cover'd Sea,Sea without shoar; and in thir PalacesWhere luxurie late reign'd, Sea-monsters whelp'dAnd stabl'd; of Mankind, so numerous late,All left, in one small bottom swum imbark't.
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How didst thou grieve then, Adam, to beholdThe end of all thy Ofspring, end so sad,Depopulation; thee another Floud,Of tears and sorrow a Floud thee also drown'd,And sunk thee as thy Sons; till gently reardBy th' Angel, on thy feet thou stoodst at last,Though comfortless, as when a Father mournsHis Childern, all in view destroyd at once;