217, sq.
191 "Now lately heav'n, earth, another world Hung e'er my realm, link'd in a golden chain To that side heav'n." -- "Paradise Lost," ii.

1004.
192 -- _His golden scales._ "Jove now, sole arbiter of peace and war, Held forth the fatal balance from afar: Each host he weighs; by turns they both prevail, Till Troy descending fix'd the doubtful scale." Merrick's Tryphiodorus, v 687, sqq.
"Th' Eternal, to prevent such horrid fray, Hung forth in heav'n his golden scales, Wherein all things created first he weighed; The pendulous round earth, with balanced air In counterpoise; now ponders all events, Battles and realms.

In these he puts two weights, The sequel each of parting and of fight: The latter quick up flew, and kick'd the beam." "Paradise Lost," iv.

496.
193 -- _And now,_ &c.
"And now all heaven Had gone to wrack, with ruin overspread; Had not th' Almighty Father, where he sits ...

foreseen." -- "Paradise Lost," vi.