Of Battel: whereat Michail bid sound
Th’Arch-angel trumpet; through the vast of Heav’n
It sounded, and the faithful Armies rung
Hosanna to the Highest: nor stood at gaze
Th’adverse Legions, nor less hideous joyn’d
The horrid shock: now storming furie rose,
And clamour such as heard in Heav’n till now
Was never. Arms on Armour clashing bray’d
Horrible discord, and the madding Wheeles
Of brazen Chariots rag’d; dire was the noise
Of conflict; over head the dismal hiss
Of fiery Darts in flaming volies flew,
And flying vaulted either Host with fire;
So under fiery Cope together rush’d
Both Battels maine, with ruinous assault
And inextinguishable rage; all Heaven
Resounded, and had Earth been then, all Earth
Had to her Center shook.