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--"Paradise Lost," ii. 1004.
192 --His golden scales.
"Jove now, sole arbiter of peace and war,
Held forth the fatal balance from afar:
Each host he weighs; by turns they both prevail,
Till Troy descending fix'd the doubtful scale."
Merrick's Tryphiodorus, v 687, sqq.
"Th' Eternal, to prevent such horrid fray,
Hung forth in heav'n his golden scales,
Wherein all things created first he weighed;
The pendulous round earth, with balanced air
In counterpoise; now ponders all events,
Battles and realms. In these he puts two weights,
The sequel each of parting and of fight:
The latter quick up flew, and kick'd the beam."
"Paradise Lost," iv. 496.
193 --And now, &c.
"
And now all heaven
Had gone to wrack, with ruin overspread;
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