PERPLEX'D and troubled at his bad success The tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discover'd in his fraud, thrown from his hope So oft, and the persuasive rhetoric
That sleek'd his tongue, and won so much on Eve, So little here, nay, lost; but Eve was Eve: This far his over match, who, self-deceived And rash, beforehand had no better weigh'd The strength he was to cope with, or his own: But as a man, who had been matchless held In cunning, over-reach'd where least he thought, To salve his credit, and for very spite,
Still will be tempting him who foils him still, And never cease, though to his shame the more; Or as a swarm of flies in vintage time,
About the wine-press where sweet must is pour'd Beat off, returns as oft with humming sound; Or surging waves against a solid rock,
Though all to shivers dash'd, the assault renew, (Vain battery!) and in froth or bubbles end; So Satan, whom repulse upon repulse Met ever, and to shameful silence brought,
Yet gives not o'er, though desperate of success, And his vain importunity pursues.
He brought our Saviour to the western side Of that high mountain, whence he might behold Another plain, long, but in breadth not wide, Wash'd by the southern sea, and, on the north, To equal length back'd with a ridge of hills, That screen'd the fruits of the earth, and seats of
From cold septentrion blasts; thence in the midst Divided by a river, of whose banks On each side an imperial city stood,
With towers and temples proudly elevate On seven small hills, with palaces adorn'd, Porches, and theatres, baths, aqueducts, Statues, and trophies, and triumphal arcs, Gardens, and groves, presented to his eyes, Above the height of mountains interposed (By what strange parallax, or optic skill Of vision, multiplied through air, or glass Of telescope, were curious to inquire ;) And now the tempter thus his silence broke : "The city, which thou seest, no other deem Than great and glorious Rome, queen of the earth, So far renown'd, and with the spoils enrich'd Of nations; there the capitol thou seest, Above the rest lifting his stately head On the Tarpeian rock, her citadel Impregnable, and there Mount Palatine, The imperial palace, compass huge and high The structure, skill of noblest architects,
With gilded battlements, conspicuous far, Turrets, and terraces, and glittering spires. Many a fair edifice besides, more like Houses of gods, so well I have disposed My aery microscope, thou may'st behold Outside and inside both, pillars and roofs, Carved work, the hand of famed artificers In cedar, marble, ivory, or gold.
Thence to the gates cast round thine eye, and see What conflux issuing forth, or entering in, Prætors, proconsuls to their provinces
Hasting, or on return, in robes of state; Lictors and rods, the ensigns of their power, Legions and cohorts, turms of horse and wings; Or embassies from regions far remote,
In various habits, on the Appian road,
Or on the Emilian, some from farthest south, Syene, and where the shadow both way falls, Meroe Nilotic isle, and more to west,
The realm of Bocchus to the Blackmoor sea; From the Asian kings and Parthian among these,
From India, and the golden Chersonese,
And utmost Indian isle, Taprobane,
Dusk faces with white silken turbans wreathed; From Gallia, Gades, and the British west; Germans, and Scythians, and Sarmatians, north Beyond Danubius to the Tauric pool.
All nations now to Rome obedience pay; To Rome's great emperor, whose wide domain, In ample territory, wealth, and power, Civility of manners, arts, and arms,
And long renown, thou justly may'st prefer Before the Parthian. These two thrones except, The rest are barbarous, and scarce worth the sight, Shared among petty kings too far removed. These having shown thee, I have shown thee all The kingdoms of the world, and all their glory. This emperor hath no son, and now is old, Old and lascivious, and from Rome retired To Capreæ, an island small, but strong, On the Campanian shore, with purpose there His horrid lusts in private to enjoy ; Committing to a wicked favourite
All public cares, and yet of him suspicious, Hated of all, and hating. With what ease, Endued with regal virtues, as thou art, Appearing, and beginning noble deeds, Mightst thou expel this monster from his throne, Now made a sty, and, in his place ascending, A victor people free from servile yoke! And with my help thou may'st; to me the power Is given, and by that right I give it thee. Aim, therefore, at no less than all the world; Aim at the highest: without the highest attain'd, Will be for thee no sitting, or not long, On David's throne, be prophesied what will." To whom the Son of God, unmoved, replied: "Nor doth this grandeur and majestic show Of luxury, though call'd magnificence, More than of arms before, allure mine eye, Much less my mind; though thou should'st add to
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