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SECT. IX.
I That lov'd War, for Wars sake; that abhorr'd
All Purchase if not gotten by the Sword;
Swallow'd his specious Baits, mad after Power,
Whate'r he set before me did devour;
With subtle Novelties he drew me on,
Till sure intangled in his great Trepan;
My Wife and Crown he for himself design'd,
Whilst me he did with Mists and Shadows blind;
Soon he by Sorcery won her to his Lust,
And me out of my self and Kingdom thrust;
A Soporiferous Drink he first did make,
Which under certain Aspects I must take,
My Soul in Sleep then cas'd from heavy Limbs,
With Angels should converse, and Cherubims;
Inspection through Earth's dismal Entrails make,
But with black Juncto's in the Stygian Lake;
Quick, as from Star to Star we cast our Eyes,
Climb vast Expansions of th' Enammell'd Skies;
'Mongst Gulphs and fluctuating Atoms hurl'd,
Mount Sphere from Sphere, & so from World to World!
With what mad Follies had he stuff'd my Head,
〈◊〉〈◊〉 me he fitted for the fatal Bed!
Thicker than Motes, he told me, in the Sun,
Our Demons and our Cacademons run