A multitude like which the populous North. ‏poured never from her frozen loins to pass. ‏Theme or the Danaw when her barbarous sons. ‏Came like a deluge on the south and spread. ‏Be neath Gibraltar to the Libyan sands. ‏chained on the burning lake nor ever theme. ‏Had risen of heaved his head but that the will. ‏And high per mission of all filling heaven. ‏Left him at large to his own dark designs. ‏That with reiterated crimes he might. ‏Heap on him ‎self ‎damnation ‎while ‎he ‎sought. ‏ ‏ ‏ ‏ ‏ ‏ ‏Evil ‎to ‎others ‎and ‎en ‎raged ‎might ‎see. ‏ ‏ ‏ ‏ ‏How ‎all ‎his ‎malice ‎served