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Their orators thou then extoll'ft, as those
So spake the Son of God; but Satan now 365
Since neither wealth nor honor, arms nor arts,
375 To with thou never hadît rejected thus Nicely or cautiously my offer'd aid, Which would have set thee in short time with ease On David's throne, or throne of all the world, Now at full age, fulness of time, thy season,
380 When prophecies of thee are best fulfillid. Now contrary, if I read ought in Heaven,
Or Heav'n write ought of fate, by what the stars
So say’ing he took (for ftill he knew his power Not yet expir'd) and to the wilderness
395 Brought back the Son of God, and left him there, Feigning to disappear. Darkness now rose, As day-light sunk, and brought in louring night Her shadowy offspring, unsubstantial both, Privation mere of light and absent day.
400 Our Saviour meek and with untroubled mind. After his aery jaunt, though hurried fore, Hungry and cold betook him to his rest, Wherever, under some concourse of thades; Whose branching arms thick intertwin'd might shield From dews and damps of night his shelter'd head, But shelter'd sept in vain, for at his head The Tempter watch'd, and soon with ugly dreams Disturb’d his sleep; and either tropic now 'Gan thunder, and both ends of Heav'n, the clouds 410 From many a horrid rift abortive pour'd Fierce ran with lightning mix d, water with fire
In ruin reconcild: nor slept the winds
their choicest notes in bush and spray
44.0 The prince of darkness, glad would also seem of this fair change, and to our Saviour came,
Yet with no new device, they all were spent,
450 Fair morning yet betides thee, Son of God, After a dismal night; I heard the wrack As earth and sky would mingle; but myself Was distant; and these flaws, though mortals fear them As dang’rous to the pillar'd frame of Heaven, 455 Or to the earth's dark basis underneath, Are to the main as inconsiderable, And ha ess, if not wholesome, as a sneeze To man's less universe, and soon are gone; Yet as being oft times noxious where they light 460 On man, beait, plant, wasteful and turbulent, Like turbulencies in th' affairs of men, Over whose heads they roar, and seem to point, They oft fore-signify and threaten ill : This tempeft at this defert most was bent; 465 Of men at thee, for only thou here dwell'it. Did I not tell thee, if thou didft reject The perfect season offer'd with my aid To win thy destin'd seat, but wilt prolong All to the push of fate, pursue thy way
470 Of gaining David's throne no man knows when, For both the when and how is no where told,
Thou shalt be what thou art ordain'd, no doubt;
be best. If thou observe not this, be sure to find, What I foretold thee, many a hard assay Of dangers, and adversities, and pains, Ere thou of Israel's scepter get fast hold; 480 Whereof this ominous night that clos'd thee round, So many terrors, voices, prodigies, May warn thee, as a sure fore-going sign.
So talk'd he while the Son of God went on And stay'd not, but in brief him answer'd thus. 485
Me worse than wet thou find ft not; other harm Those terrors, which thou speak'st of, did me none; I never fear'd they could, though noising loud And threatning nigh; what they can do as figns Betokening, or ill boding, I contemn
490 As false portents, not sent from God, but thee; Who, knowing I shall reign past thy preventing, Obtrud'st thy offer'd aid, that I accepting At least might seem to hold all pow?r of thee, Ambitious Spi'rit, and wouldst be thought my God, And storm'st refus'd, thinking to terrify Me to thy will; desist, thou art discern'd And toil'ft in vain, nor me in vain moleft.
To whom the Fiend now swoln with rage reply'd. Then hear, o Son of David, Virgin-born; 500 For Son of God to me is yet in doubt: Of the Messiah I have heard foretold