...Milton here may reft, [try's blood. Some Cromwell giiiltleis of his conn 47° Th' applaufe of lift'ning fenates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to defpife, To Clatter plenty o'er a frr.iling land, And rcail their hill'ry in .•. nation's eyes, Their lot forbad...

...o'er a smiling land, And read their hist'ry in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbad: nor circumscrib'd alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confin'd; Forbad to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth...