He said; I mus'd, and thus return'd,
What Ensigns, courteous Stranger, tell,
Shall the brooding Day reveal?
He answer'd mild —
"Already, stupid with their Crimes,
"Blind Mortals, prostrate to their Idols, lie,
"Such were the boding times,
"E'er Ruin blasted from the Sluicy Sky,
"Dissolv'd they lay, in fulsom Ease,
"And revell'd in luxuriant Peace,
"In , they did their Hours consume,
"And  led on, their swift, advancing Doom;