The Battle of Darkness and Light . Джон Мильтон

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well thereat.

      And even reason seeth it somewhat,

       For it would not concede that for so long

       Could be the motors without their perfection.

      Now dost thou know both where and when these Loves

       Created were, and how; so that extinct

       In thy desire already are three fires.

      Nor could one reach, in counting, unto twenty

       So swiftly, as a portion of these angels

       Disturbed the subject of your elements.

      The rest remained, and they began this art

       Which thou discernest, with so great delight

       That never from their circling do they cease.

      The occasion of the fall was the accursed

       Presumption of that One, whom thou hast seen

       By all the burden of the world constrained.

      Those whom thou here beholdest modest were

       To recognise themselves as of that goodness

       Which made them apt for so much understanding;

      On which account their vision was exalted

       By the enlightening grace and their own merit,

       So that they have a full and steadfast will.

      I would not have thee doubt, but certain be,

       'Tis meritorious to receive this grace,

       According as the affection opens to it.

      Now round about in this consistory

       Much mayst thou contemplate, if these my words

       Be gathered up, without all further aid.

      But since upon the earth, throughout your schools,

       They teach that such is the angelic nature

       That it doth hear, and recollect, and will,

      More will I say, that thou mayst see unmixed

       The truth that is confounded there below,

       Equivocating in such like prelections.

      These substances, since in God's countenance

       They jocund were, turned not away their sight

       From that wherefrom not anything is hidden;

      Hence they have not their vision intercepted

       By object new, and hence they do not need

       To recollect, through interrupted thought.

      So that below, not sleeping, people dream,

       Believing they speak truth, and not believing;

       And in the last is greater sin and shame.

      Below you do not journey by one path

       Philosophising; so transporteth you

       Love of appearance and the thought thereof.

      And even this above here is endured

       With less disdain, than when is set aside

       The Holy Writ, or when it is distorted.

      They think not there how much of blood it costs

       To sow it in the world, and how he pleases

       Who in humility keeps close to it.

      Each striveth for appearance, and doth make

       His own inventions; and these treated are

       By preachers, and the Evangel holds its peace.

      One sayeth that the moon did backward turn,

       In the Passion of Christ, and interpose herself

       So that the sunlight reached not down below;

      And lies; for of its own accord the light

       Hid itself; whence to Spaniards and to Indians,

       As to the Jews, did such eclipse respond.

      Florence has not so many Lapi and Bindi

       As fables such as these, that every year

       Are shouted from the pulpit back and forth,

      In such wise that the lambs, who do not know,

       Come back from pasture fed upon the wind,

       And not to see the harm doth not excuse them.

      Christ did not to his first disciples say,

       'Go forth, and to the world preach idle tales,'

       But unto them a true foundation gave;

      And this so loudly sounded from their lips,

       That, in the warfare to enkindle Faith,

       They made of the Evangel shields and lances.

      Now men go forth with jests and drolleries

       To preach, and if but well the people laugh,

       The hood puffs out, and nothing more is asked.

      But in the cowl there nestles such a bird,

       That, if the common people were to see it,

       They would perceive what pardons they confide in,

      For which so great on earth has grown the folly,

       That, without proof of any testimony,

       To each indulgence they would flock together.

      By this Saint Anthony his pig doth fatten,

       And many others, who are worse than pigs,

       Paying in money without mark of coinage.

      But since we have digressed abundantly,

       Turn back thine eyes forthwith to the right path,

       So that the way be shortened with the time.

      This nature doth so multiply itself

       In numbers, that there never yet was speech

      

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