To boast what arms can do? since thine no more

Than Heaven permits, nor mine, though doubled now To trample thee as mire: for proof look up,

And read thy lot in yon celestial sign,

1010

Where thou art weigh'd, and shown how light, how weak,

If thou resist.' The fiend look'd up, and knew
His mounted scale aloft: nor more; but fled

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.'

THE END.

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