But least it may be said, the _Spectator_ has entered a Caveat against my using any Quotation, which he or any one else had used, I shall add another Instance of the Sublime taken out of the same divine Book the Bible, that has not been blown upon: _He spake, And it was: He commanded, And it stood firm._ The whole _Psalm_ xxxiiid is full of the _Sublime_: _By the Word of the Lord were the Mountains made, And all the Host of them by the Breath of his Mouth._ What in all profane Learning comes up to the _Sublime_ in the xxxviiith Chapter of _Job_, where the Almighty is introduced speaking to him out of the Whirlwind: _Gird up thy Loins like a Man, for I will demand of thee. Where wast thou when I laid the Foundations of the Earth? Declare, If thou hast Understanding. Who laid the Measures thereof? Who hath stretched the Line upon it? Whereupon are the Foundations thereof fastened?_ or, _Who laid the Corner Stone? When the Morning Stars sang, and the Sons of God shouted for Joy!_ Happily imitated by _Milton_. --------_Up he rode, Follow'd with Acclamations, and the Sound Symphonious of ten thousand Harps, that tuned Angelick Harmonies, the Earth, the Air Resounding. Thou rememberest; for thou heardest The Heavens, and all the Constellations ring: The Planets in their Stations listening stood, While the bright Pomp ascended jubilant. Open ye everlasting Gates: They sung, Open ye Heavens, your living Doors; Let in The great Creator from his Work returned Magnificent, his Six Days Work, a World._ Of the sublime Kind is the Ode in the _Spectator_, Nº 465; being a Paraphrase on that of the _Psalmist_. _The Heavens declare_: _The spacious Firmament on high, With all the blue Ethereal Sky; And spangled Heavens, a shining Frame, Their great Original proclaim._ Some very scrupulous Persons may be apt to object against the third Line as an Anteclimax, the _spangled Heavens_ having much more Lustre than _shining Frame_. The following _Stanza_ is extreamly sublime: _What tho' in solemn Silence all Move round the dark terrestrial Ball; What tho', nor real Voice, nor Sound Amid their radiant Orbs be found, In Reason's Ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious Voice; For ever singing as they shine, The Hand that made me is divine._ I cannot omit here some Lines of Mr. _Waller_'s upon the Holy Scriptures, where there is more of the Sublime than in all other Books whatsoever.