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Carcase, Sess bocassia He: prescribed ;
Suise te itt is free pain,
Hiserer, ani to 'scape is pasisement !
Sodge tha stipressapt-Jus; t. the wrath,
Which thou incurr'st by filing, meet thy flight
Sevenfold; and scourge that isdom back to Hell,
Which taught thee yet no better, that no pain
Can equal anger infinite provoked.
But wherefore thou alone? Wherefore, with thee,
Came not all Hell broke loose? is pain to them
Less pain, less to be filed; or thoa than they
less hardy to endore ? Courageous chief
The first in flight from pain; hadst thou alleged
To thy deserted host this cause of flight,
Thou surely hadst not come sole fugitive."

To which the fiend thus answer'd, frowning stern.
"Not that I less endure, or shrink from pain,
Insulting angel; well thou know'st I stood
Thy fiercest, when in battle, to the aid,
The blasting volleyed thunder speed,
And seconded, thy-

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But still thy words at random, as before,
Argue thy inexperience, what behoves,
From hard assays, and ill successes past,
A faithful leader, not to hazard all,
Through ways of danger, by himself untried :
I therefore, I alone, first undertook
To wing the desolate abyss, and spy
This new-created world, whereof in Hell
Fame is not silent; here in hope to find
Better abode, and my afflicted powers
To settle here on earth, or in mid air ;
Though, for possession, put to try once more
What thou and thy gay legions dare against ;
Whose easier business were to serve their Lord,
High up in Heaven, with songs to hymn his throne,
And practised distances to cringe, not fight."

To whom the warrior-angel soon replied.
"To say, and straight unsay, pretending first
Wise to fly pain, professing next the spy,
Argues no leader, but a liar traced.
Satan! and couldst thou faithful add ? O name,
O sacred name of faithfulness profaned !
Faithful to whom? to thy rebellious crew ?
Army of fiends, fit body to fit head.
Was this your discipline and faith engaged,
Your military obedience, to dissolve
Allegiance to the acknowledged Power supreme?
And thou, sly hypocrite, who now wouldst seem
Patron of liberty ; who more than thou
Once fawn’d, and cringed, and servilely adored
Heaven's awful Monarch? wherefore, but in hope
To dispossess him, and thyself to reign?
But mark, what I aread thee now ; Avaunt!
Fly thither whence thou fled'st: If, from this hour,
Within these hallow'd limits thou appear,
Back to the infernal pit I drag thee, chain’d,
And seal thee so, as henceforth not to scorn
The facile gates of Hell, too slightly barr’d.”

So threaten'd he; but Satan to no threats
Gave heed, but waxing more in rage replied.

“Then, when I am thy captive, talk of chains,
Proud limitary cherub; but ere then,
Far heavier load thyself expect to feel,
From my prevailing arm ; though Heaven's King
Ride on thy wings, and thou with thy compeers,
Used to the yoke, draw'st his triumphant wheels,

ough the road of heaven, star-paved."

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Employ'd, it seems, to violate sleep, and those,
Whose dwelling God hath planted here, in bliss."

To whom thus Satan, with contemptuous brow.
“ Gabriel, thou hadst in heaven the esteem of wise, 885
And such I held thee; but this question ask'd
Puts me in doubt. Lives there who loves his pain?
Who would not, finding way, break loose from Hell,
Though thither doom'd ? Thou wouldst thyself, no doubt,
And boldly venture, to whatever place,

890 Furthest from pain, where thou mightst hope to change Torment with ease, and soonest recompense Dole with delight, which in this place I sought : To thee no reason, who know'st only good, But evil has not try’d; and wilt object

895 His will, who bounds us ? Let him surer bar His iron gates, if he intends our stay In that dark durance : thus much what was ask'd. The rest is true, they found me where they say; But that implies not violence, or harm.”

900 Thus he in scorn. The warlike angel moved, Disdainfully, half smiling, thus replied. “ O loss of one in heaven, to judge of wise, Since Satan fell, whom folly overthrew; And now returns him, from his prison ’scaped, 905 Gravely in doubt, whether to hold them wise Or not, who ask, what boldness brought him hither Unlicensed, from his bounds in Hell prescribed ; So wise he judges it, to fly from pain, However, and to 'scape his punishment !

910 So judge thou still, presumptuous; till the wrath, Which thou incurr'st by flying, meet thy flight Sevenfold ; and scourge that wisdom back to Hell, Which taught thee yet no better, that no pain Can equal anger infinite provoked.

915 But wherefore thou alone? wherefore, with thee, Came not all Hell broke loose? is pain to them Less pain, less to be fled; or thou than they Less hardy to endure? Courageous chief' The first in Aight from pain ; hadst thou alleged 920 To thy deserted host this cause of flight, Thou surely hadst not come sole fugitive."

To which the fiend thus answer'd, frowning stern, “ Not that I less endure, or shrink from pain, insulting angel; well thou know'st I stood

925 Thy fiercest, when in battle, to thy aid, The blasting volleyed thunder made all speed, And seconded, thy else not dreaded spear.

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But still thy words at random, as before,
Argue thy inexperience, what behoves,
From hard assays, and ill successes past,
A faithful leader, not to hazard all,
Through ways of danger, by himself untried :
I therefore, I alone, first undertook
To wing the desolate abyss, and spy
This new-created world, whereof in Hell
Fame is not silent; here in hope to find
Better abode, and my afflicted powers
To settle here on earth, or in mid air ;
Though, for possession, put to try once more
What thou and thy gay legions dare against ;
Whose easier business were to serve their Lord,
High up in Heaven, with songs to hymn his throne,
And practised distances to cringe, not fight.”

To whom the warrior-angel soon replied.
"To say, and straight unsay, pretending first
Wise to fly pain, professing next the spy,
Argues no leader, but a liar traced.
Satan! and couldst thou faithful add ? O name,
O sacred name of faithfulness profaned !
Faithful to whom? to thy rebellious crew ?
Army of fiends, fit body to fit head.
Was this your discipline and faith engaged,
Your military obedience, to dissolve
Allegiance to the acknowledged Power supreme?
And thou, sly hypocrite, who now wouldst seem
Patron of liberty ; who more than thou
Once fawn'd, and cringed, and servilely adored
Heaven's awful Monarch? wherefore, but in hope
To dispossess him, and thyself to reign?
But mark, what I aread thee now ; Avaunt!
Fly thither whence thou fled'st: If, from this hour,
Within these hallow'd limits thou appear,
Back to the infernal pit I drag thee, chain’d,
And seal thee so, as henceforth not to scorn
The facile gates of Hell, too slightly barr’d.”

So threaten'd he; but Satan to no threats
Gave heed, but waxing more in rage replied.

Then, when I am thy captive, talk of chains,
Proud limitary cherub; but ere then,
Far heavier load thyself expect to feel,
From my prevailing arm; though Heaven's King
Ride on thy wings, and thou with thy compeers,
Used to the yoke, draw'st his triumphant wheels,
In progress through the road of heaven, star-paved."

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Two other precious drops that ready stood,
Each in their crystal sluice, he, ere they feli,
Kiss'd; as the gracious signs of sweet remorse,
And pious awe, that fear'd to have offended.

So all was clear’d, and to the field they haste.
But first, from under shady arborous roof,
Soon as they forth were come, to open sight
Of day-spring, and the sun, who scarce up-risen,
With wheels yet hovering o'er the ocean-brim,
Shot parallel to the earth his dewy ray,
Discovering, in wide landscape, all the east
Of Paradise, and Eden's happy plains;
Lowly they bow'd adoring, and began
Their orisons, each morning duly paid,
In various style; for, neither various style,
Nor holy rapture wanted they, to praise
Their Maker, in fit strains pronounced, or sung
Unmeditated; such prompt eloquence
Flow'd from their lips, in prose or numerous verse
More tuneable than needed lute or harp,
To add more sweetness; and they thus began.

These are thy glorious works, Parent of good,
Almighty, Thine this universal frame,
Thus wondrous fair; Thyself how wonderous then
Unspeakable, who sit’st above these Heavens,
To us invisible, or dimly seen
In these thy lowest works; yet these declare
Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Speak ye, who best can tell, ye sons of light,
Angels; for ye behold Him, and with songs
And choral symphonies, day without night,
Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in Heaven,
On Earth, join all ye creatures, to extol
Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Fairest of stars, last in the train of night,
If better, thou belong not to the dawn,
Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn
With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere,
While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Thou sun, of this great world both eye and soul,
Acknowledge him thy greater, sound His praise
In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st,
And when high noon hast gain'd, & when thou fall'st.
Moon, that now meet'st the orient sun, now fliest,
With the fix'd stars, fix'd in their orb that Alies,
And

ye five other wandering fires, that move In mystic dance, not without song, resound

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