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And last, to give the whole creation grace,
Lo! one vast Egg^{[R 1]} produces human race.
 Joy fills his soul, joy innocent of thought;
250 What pow'r, he cries, what pow'r these wonders wrought?
Son; what thou seek'st is in thee!^{[I 1]} Look, and find
Each Monster meets his likeness in thy mind.
Yet would'st thou more? In yonder cloud behold,
Whose sarsenet skirts are edg'd with flamy gold,
255 A matchless Youth! his nod these worlds controuls,
Wings the red lightning, and the thunder rolls. ^{[I 2]}
Angel of Dulness, sent to scatter round
Her magic charms o'er all unclassic ground:
Yon stars, yon suns, he rears at pleasure higher,
260 Illumes their light, and sets their flames on fire.
Immortal Rich!^{[R 2]} how calm he sits at ease
'Mid snows of paper, and fierce hail of pease;

Remarks

1. Ver. 248. Lo! one vast Egg] In another of these Farces Harlequin is hatched upon the stage, out of a large Egg.
2. Ver. 261. Immortal Rich!] Mr. John

Imitations

1. Ver. 251. Son? what thou seeks is in thee:]
   Quod petis in te est ———
   ——— Ne te quæsiveris extra.Pers.
   
   
2. Ver. 256. Wings the red light'ning, &c.] Like Salmoneus in Æn. vi.
   Dum flammas Jovis, & sonitus imitatur Olympi.
   ——— nimbos, & non imitabile fulmen,
   Ære & cornipedum cursu simularat equorum.