The whole Earth fill'd with violence, and all fleshCorrupting each thir way; yet those remoov'd,Such grace shall one just Man find in his sight,That he relents, not to blot out mankind,And makes a Covenant never to destroyThe Earth again by flood, nor let the Sea
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Surpass his bounds, nor Rain to drown the WorldWith Man therein or Beast; but when he bringsOver the Earth a Cloud, will therein setHis triple-colour'd Bow, whereon to lookAnd call to mind his Cov'nant: Day and Night,Seed time and Harvest, Heat and hoary FrostShall hold thir course, till fire purge all things new,Both Heav'n and Earth, wherein the just shall dwell.Thus thou hast seen one World begin and end;And Man as from a second stock proceed.
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Much thou hast yet to see, but I perceaveThy mortal sight to faile; objects divineMust needs impaire and wearie human sense:Henceforth what is to com I will relate,Thou therefore give due audience, and attend.This second sours of Men, while yet but few,And while the dread of judgement past remainsFresh in thir mindes, fearing the Deitie,With some regard to what is just and rightShall lead thir lives, and multiplie apace,
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Labouring the soile, and reaping plenteous crop,Corn wine and oyle; and from the herd or flock,Oft sacrificing Bullock, Lamb, or Kid,With large Wine-offerings pour'd, and sacred FeastShal spend thir dayes in joy unblam'd, and dwellLong time in peace by Families and TribesUnder paternal rule; till one shall riseOf proud ambitious heart, who not contentWith fair equalitie, fraternal state,Will arrogate Dominion undeserv'd
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Over his brethren, and quite dispossessConcord and law of Nature from the Earth;Hunting (and Men not Beasts shall be his game)With Warr and hostile snare such as refuseSubjection to his Empire tyrannous:A mightie Hunter thence he shall be styl'dBefore the Lord, as in despite of Heav'n,Or from Heav'n claming second Sovrantie;And from Rebellion shall derive his name,Though of Rebellion others he accuse.
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Hee with a crew, whom like Ambition joynsWith him or under him to tyrannize,Marching from Eden towards the West, shall findeThe Plain, wherein a black bituminous gurgeBoiles out from under ground, the mouth of Hell;Of Brick, and of that stuff they cast to buildA Citie & Towre, whose top may reach to Heav'n;And get themselves a name, least far disperstIn foraign Lands thir memorie be lost,Regardless whether good or evil fame.
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But God who oft descends to visit menUnseen, and through thir habitations walksTo mark thir doings, them beholding soon,Comes down to see thir Citie, ere the TowerObstruct Heav'n Towrs, and in derision setsUpon thir Tongues a various Spirit to raseQuite out thir Native Language, and insteadTo sow a jangling noise of words unknown:Forthwith a hideous gabble rises loudAmong the Builders; each to other calls