And teach them how to war! And you, good yeo

men,

Whose limbs were made in England, shew us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear

That you are worth your breeding: which I doubt not;

For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand, like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start.

The game's afoot.

Follow your spirit; and, upon this charge,
Cry-God for Harry! England! and Saint George!

18.

Shakespeare.

SATAN CALLING THE FALLEN ANGELS FROM THE

OBLIVIOUS POOL.

HE scarce had ceas'd, when the superior fiend
Was moving toward the shore; his ponderous shield
(Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round)
Behind him cast; the broad circumference
Hung on his shoulders, like the moon, whose orb,
Thro' optic glass, the Tuscan artist views,
At evening, from the top of Fiesolé,
Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands,
Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
His spear (to equal which the tallest pine
Hewn on Norwegian hills, to be the mast

Of some great admiral, were but a wand)
He walk'd with to support uneasy steps
Over the burning marl-(not like those steps
On heaven's azure!)-and the torrid clime
Smote on him sore besides, vaulted with fire.
Nathless he so endur'd, till on the beach
Of that inflamed sea he stood, and call'd
His legions, angel forms, who lay, intranc'd,
Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks
In Vallombrosa, where the Etrurian shades,
High over-arch'd, imbower; or scatter'd sedge
Afloat, when with fierce winds, Orion, arm'd,
Hath vex'd the Red Sea coast-whose waves o'er-
threw

Busiris and his Memphian chivalry,

While with perfidious hatred they pursu'd
The sojourners of Goshen,-who beheld,
From the safe shore, their floating carcases
And broken chariot wheels: so thick bestrown,
Abject, and lost, lay these, covering the flood,
Under amazement of their hideous change.

He call'd so loud, that all the hollow deep Of hell resounded.

"Princes! potentates!

"Warriors! the flower of heaven, once yours; now lost,

"If such astonishment as this can seize "Eternal spirits: or have ye chosen this place,

"After the toil of battle, to repose

"Your wearied virtue,-for the ease you find "To slumber here, as in the vales of heaven? "Or in this abject posture have ye sworn "To adore the conqueror? who now beholds "Cherub and Seraph rolling in the flood, "With scatter'd arms and ensigns; till, anon, "His swift pursuers, from heaven-gates, discern "The advantage, and, descending, tread us down, "Thus drooping; or, with linked thunderbolts, "Transfix us to the bottom of this gulf.

-Awake! arise!-or be for ever fallen!"

Millon.

19.

SATAN'S SOLILOQUY,

ON FIRST BEHOLDING THE SUN, AND NEW-CREATED UNIVERSE.

O THOU! that, with surpassing glory crown'd, Look'st, from thy sole dominion, like the god Of this new world! at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd heads! to thee I call,But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, O Sun! to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what state I fell :-how glorious once above thy sphere! Till pride, and worse ambition threw me down, Warring in heaven against heaven's matchless King.

Ah! wherefore?-He deserv'd no such return From me, whom he created what I was In that bright eminence, and with his good Upbraided none: nor was his service hard. What could be less than to afford him praise,The easiest recompense; and pay him thanks, How due! Yet all his good prov'd ill in me,..: And wrought but malice. Lifted up so high,. I disdain'd subjection, and thought one step higher Would set me highest, and in a moment quit The debt immense of endless gratitude,So burthensome, still paying, still to owe(Forgetful what from him I still receiv'd,) And understood not that a grateful mind By owing owes not; but still pays, at once Indebted and discharg'd. What burden then?

O had his powerful destiny ordain'd Me some inferior angel, I had stood Then happy; no unbounded hope had rais'd Ambition.Yet, why not?-Some other power, As great, might have aspir'd, and me, tho' mean, Drawn to his part: but other powers as great Fell not, but stand, unshaken, from within Or from without, to all temptations arm'd.

Hadst thou the same free will and power to stand?

Thou hadst. Whom hast thou then, or what to

accuse,

But heaven's free love, dealt equally to all? -Be then his love accurs'd,-since love, or hate, To me, alike, it deals eternal wo.

-Nay, curs'd be thou; since, against His, thy will Chose freely what it now so justly rues.

Me miserable! which way shall I fly
Infinite wrath, and infinite despair?
-Which way I fly is hell: myself am hell;
And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep,
Still threatening to devour me, opens wide,
To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.

O, then, at last relent.Is there no place Left for repentance?-none for pardon left?

None left but by submission; and that word
Disdain forbids me, and my dread of shame
Among the spirits beneath, whom I seduc'd
With other promises, and other vaunts
Than to submit:-boasting I could subdue
The Omnipotent.

Ah me! they little know
How dearly I abide that boast so vain ;—
Under what torments inwardly I groan,
While they adore me on the throne of hell!
With diadem and sceptre high advanc'd,
The lower still I fall; only supreme
In misery such joy Ambition finds.