so shall the world go on, To good malignant, to bad men benign, Under her own weight groaning, till the day152 540 Appear of respiration to the just,153 And vengeance to the wicked, at return Of him so lately promised to thy aid, The Woman’s Seed, obscurely then foretold, Now amplier known thy Saviour and thy Lord, 545 Last in the clouds from Heav’n to be revealed
