This sublunary ball—but strife, for what?
In their own cause conflicting? No; in thine,
In Man’s. His single interest blows the flame; 1060
His the sole stake; his fate the trumpet sounds,
Which kindles war immortal. How it burns!
Tumultuous swarms of deities in arms!
Force, force opposing, till the waves run high,
And tempest nature’s universal sphere.
Such opposites eternal, steadfast, stern,
Such foes implacable, are Good, and Ill;