Intrigues and Councils, vary’d Games and Fights:
Nothing so long as may the Reader tire,
But all the just well-mingled Scenes admire.
Your Heroe may be virtuous, must be brave;
Nothing that’s mean should his great Soul enslave:
Yet Heav’ns unequal Anger he may fear,
And for his suffering Friends indulge a Tear:
Thus when the Trojans Navy scatter’d lay
He wept, he trembled, and to Heav’n did pray;
But when bright Glory beckon’d from afar,
And Honour call’d him out to meet the War;
Like a fierce Torrent pouring o’er the Banks,
Or Mars himself, he thunders through the Ranks;
Death walks before, while he a Foe could find, 810
Horror and Ruine mark long frightful Lanes behind.
[Sidenote: Machines.]
For worn and old MACHINES few Readers care,
They’re like the Pastboard Chaos in the Fair:
If ought surprizing you expect to shew,
The Scenes if not the Persons should be new:
With both does MILTON’S wondrous Scheme begin,
The Pandemonium, Chaos, Death and Sin;
Which D——s had with like Success assay’d, }
Had not the Porch of Death’s Grim Court been made }
Too wide, and there th’ impatient Reader staid. } 820
And G——h, tho barren is his Theme and mean,
By this has reach’d at least the fam’d Lutrine.
If tir’d with such a plenteous Feast you call
For a far meaner Banquet, Meal and Wall;
The best I have is yours, tho ’tis too long,
And what’s behind will into Corners throng.
A Place there is, if Place ’tis nam’d aright, }
Where scatter’d Rays of pale and sickly Light, }
Fringe o’er the Confines of Eternal Night. }
Shorn of their Beams the Sun and Phoebe here 830
Like the fix’d Stars, through Glasses view’d, appear;
Or those faint Seeds of Light, which just display
Ambiguous Splendor round the milky Way;
The Waste of Chaos, whose Auguster Reign
Does those more barren doubtful Realms disdain:
Here dwell those hideous Forms which oft repair }
To breath our upper World’s more chearful Air }
Bleak Envy, grinding Pain, and meagre Care; }
Disease and Death, the Goddess of the place,
Death, the least frightful Form of all their Race; 840
Ambition, Pride, false Joys and Hopes as vain,
Lewdness and Luxury compose her Train:
How large their Interest, and how vast their Sway
Amid the wide invaded Realms of Day!