In mutual conflict would they rise, and wage
Eternal war, till one was quite devour’d.
But not for this, ordain’d their boundless rage;
When Heaven’s inferior instruments of wrath,
War, famine, pestilence, are found too weak
To scourge a world for her enormous crimes,
These are let loose, alternate: down they rush,
Swift and tempestuous, from th’ eternal throne,
With irresistible commission arm’d,
The world, in vain corrected, to destroy, 150