Alone, for other Creature in this placeLiving or liveless to be found was none,None yet, but store hereafter from the earthUp hither like Aereal vapours flewOf all things transitorie and vain, when SinWith vanity had filld the works of men:Both all things vain, and all who in vain thingsBuilt thir fond hopes of Glorie or lasting fame,
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Or happiness in this or th' other life;All who have thir reward on Earth, the fruitsOf painful Superstition and blind Zeal,Naught seeking but the praise of men, here findFit retribution, emptie as thir deeds;All th' unaccomplisht works of Natures hand,Abortive, monstrous, or unkindly mixt,Dissolvd on earth, fleet hither, and in vain,Till final dissolution, wander here,Not in the neighbouring Moon, as some have dreamd;
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Those argent Fields more likely habitants,Translated Saints, or middle Spirits holdBetwixt th' Angelical and Human kinde:Hither of ill-joynd Sons and Daughters bornFirst from the ancient World those Giants cameWith many a vain exploit, though then renownd:The builders next of Babel on the PlainOf Sennaar, and still with vain designeNew Babels, had they wherewithall, would build:Others came single; hee who to be deemd
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A God, leap'd fondly into Ætna flames,Empedocles, and hee who to enjoyPlato's Elysium leap'd into the Sea,Cleombrotus, and many more too long,Embryo's and Idiots, Eremits and FriersWhite, Black and Grey, with all thir trumperie.Here Pilgrims roam, that stray'd so farr to seekIn Golgotha him dead, who lives in Heav'n;And they who to be sure of ParadiseDying put on the weeds of Dominic,
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Or in Franciscan think to pass disguis'd;They pass the Planets seven, and pass the fixt,And that Crystalline Sphear whose ballance weighsThe Trepidation talkt, and that first mov'd;And now Saint Peter at Heav'ns Wicket seemsTo wait them with his Keys, and now at footOf Heav'ns ascent they lift thir Feet, when loeA violent cross wind from either CoastBlows them transverse ten thousand Leagues awryInto the devious Air; then might ye see
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Cowles, Hoods and Habits with thir wearers tostAnd flutterd into Raggs, then Reliques, Beads,Indulgences, Dispenses, Pardons, Bulls,The sport of Winds: all these upwhirld aloftFly o're the backside of the World farr offInto a Limbo large and broad, since calldThe Paradise of Fools, to few unknownLong after, now unpeopl'd, and untrod;All this dark Globe the Fiend found as he pass'd,And long he wanderd, till at last a gleame
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Of dawning light turnd thither-ward in hasteHis travell'd steps; farr distant hee descriesAscending by degrees magnificentUp to the wall of Heaven a Structure high,At top whereof, but farr more rich appeerdThe work as of a Kingly Palace GateWith Frontispice of Diamond and GoldImbellisht, thick with sparkling orient GemmesThe Portal shon, inimitable on EarthBy Model, or by shading Pencil drawn.