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All men are sons of God; yet thee I thought In some respect far higher so declar'd : "Therefore I watch'd thy footsteps from that hour, And follow'd thee still on to this waste wild; Where, by all best conjectures, I collect Thou art to be my fatal enemy : Good reason then, if I before-hand seek To understand my adversary, who And what he is; his wisdom, power, intent: By parl or composition, truce or league, To win him, or win from him what I can: And opportunity I here have had To try thee, sift thee, and confess have found thee Proof against all temptation, as a rock Of adamant, and, as a centre, firm: To the utmost of mere man boh wise and good, Not more; for honours, riches, kingdoms, glory, Have been before contemn'd, and may again. Therefore, to know what more thou art than man, Worth naming Son of God by voice from Heaven, Another method I must now begin."
So saying he caught him up, and, without wing Of hippogrif, bore ihrough the air sublime, Over the wilderness and o'er the plain, Till underneath them fair Jerusalem, The holy city, lifted high her towers, And higher yet the glorious temple rear'd Her pile, far off appearing like a mount Of alabaster, topt with golden spires : There, on the highest pinnacle, he set The Son of God; and added thus in scorn. “ There stand, if thou wilt stand ; to stand upright
Will ask thee skill; I to thy Father's house (best :
To whom thus Jesus: “ Also it is written, • Tempt not the Lord thy God.' He said, and
But Satan, smitten with amazement, fell.
Who on their plumy vans receiv'd him soft
“ True image of the Father ; whether thron'd
A Saviour, art come down to re-install, Where they shall dwell secure, when time shall be, Of tempter and temptation without fear. But thou, infernal serpent! shalt not long Rule in the clouds like an autumnal star, Or lightning, thou shalt fall from Heaven, trod down Under his feet : for proof, ere this thou feel'st Thy wound, (yet not thy last and deadliest wound,) By this repulse receiv'd, and hold'st in Hell No triumph: in all her gates Abaddon rues Thy bold attempt. Hereafter learn with awe To dread the Son of God: he, all unarm'd, Shall chase thee, with the terrour of his voice, From thy demoniac holds, possession foul, Thee and thy legions : yelling they shall fly And beg to hide them in a herd of swine, Lest he command them down into the deep, Bound, and to torment sent before their time. Hail, Son of the Most High, heir o1 both worlds, Queller of Satan! on thy glorious work Now enter; and begin to save mankind.'
Thus they the Son of God, our Saviour meek, Sung victor, and, from heavenly feast refreshid, Brought on his way with joy; he, unobservid, Home to his mother's house private return'c'.
A DRAMATIC POEM.
Aristot. Poet. cap. 6. Τραγωδία μίμησις πράξεως σπεδαίας, κ. τ. λ. Tragedia cst imitatio actionis seriæ, &c. per miseri
cordiam et metum perficiens talium affectuum lustrationem.
Of that sort of Dramatic Poem which is called
Tragedy. TRAGEDY, as it was anciently composed, hath been ever held the gravest, moralest, and most profitable of all other poems: therefore said by
Aristotle to be of power by raising pity and fear, or terrour, to pırge the mind of those and such like passions, tlnt is, to temper and reduce them to just measure with a kind of delight, stirred up by reading or seeing those passions well imitated. Nor is Nature wanting in her own effects to make good his assertion : for so, in physic, things of melancholic huc and quality are used against melancholy, sour against sour, salt
remove salt luumours. Hence philosophers and other gravest writers, as Cicero, Plutarch, and others, frequently cite out of tragic poets, both to adorn and illustrate their discourse. The Apostle Paul himself thought it not unworthy