Nor less on either side tempestuous fell His arrows, from the fourfold-visag’d Foure, Distinct with eyes, and from the living Wheels, Distinct alike with multitude of eyes, One Spirit in them rul’d, and every eye Glar’d lightning, and shot forth pernicious fire Among th’ accurst, that witherd all thir strength, And of thir wonted vigour left them draind, Exhausted, spiritless, afflicted, fall’n.
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