Before thir eyes in sudden view appear [ 890 ]

    ts of the hoarie deep, a dark

    Illimitable Ocean  bound,

    it dimension, wh,

    And time and place are lost;

    And Cors of Nature, hold [ 895 ]

    Eternal Anarc the noise

    Of endless arrs, and by confusion stand.

    For , cold, moist, and dry, four Champions fierce

    Strive rie, and to Battel bring

    toms; the flag [ 900 ]

    Of eacion, in thir several Clanns,

    Lig or slow,

    She Sands

    Of Barca or Cyrenes torrid soil,

    Levied to side h warring inds, and poise [ 905 ]

    ter o w adhere,

    ; Cs,

    And by decision more imbroiles the fray

    By w er

    Co this wilde Abyss, [ 910 ]

    ture and perhaps her Grave,

    Of neither Sea, nor Shore, nor Air, nor Fire,

    But all t causes mixt

    Confusdly, and ,

    Unless ty Maker them ordain [ 915 ]

    erials to create more orlds,

    Into the warie fiend

    Stood on the brink of hell and lookd a while,

    Pondering h

    o cross. Nor was his eare less peald [ 920 ]

    ito compare

    Great torms,

    ittering Engines bent to rase

    Som Capital City; or less this frame

    Of s [ 925 ]

    In mutinie orn

    tedfast Eart last his Sail-broad Vannes

    , and in the surging smoak

    Uplifted spurns thence many a League

    As in a cloudy Chair ascending rides [ 930 ]

    Audacious, but t seat soon failing, meets