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I will put Chaos into fourteen lines
And keep him there; and let him thence escape
If he be lucky; let him twist, and ape
Flood, fire, and demon-his adroit designs
Will strain to nothing in the strict confines
Of this sweet Order, where, in pious rape, / I hold his essence and amorphous shape, / Till he with Order mingles and combines. Past are the hours, the years, of our duress, / His arrogance, our awful servitude:
I have him. He is nothing more nor less
Than something simple not yet understood; I shall not even force him to confess; Or answer. I will only make him good.