To boast what arms can do ? since thine po more
Than Heaven permits, nor mine, though doubled now
To trample thee as mire : for proof look up, 1010
And read thy lot in yon celestial sign,
Where thou art weigh’d, and shown how light, bow

weak,
If thou resist.' The fiend look'd

up,

and knew His mounted scale aloft: nor more ; but fed Murmuring, and with him fled the shades of night.

1008. 'since thine (i. e. thy strength, can do) no more than Heaven permits.'

1010. Isaiah x. 6. - To tread them down like the mire in the streets.'

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