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and her monthly round Still ending, still renewing, through mid Heav’n; With borrowd light her countenance triform Hence fills and empties to enlighten th’ Earth, And in her pale dominion checks the night. That spot to which I point is Paradise, Adams abode, those loftie shades his Bowre. Thy way thou canst not miss, me mine requires.

      Thus said, he turnd, and Satan bowing low, As to superior Spirits is wont in Heaven, Where honour due and reverence none neglects, Took leave, and toward the coast of Earth beneath, Down from th’ Ecliptic, sped with hop’d success, Throws his steep flight with many an Aerie wheele, Nor staid, till on Niphates top he lights.

      THE END OF THE THIRD BOOK.

      PARADISE LOST

      BOOK IV.

       Table of Contents

      O For that warning voice, which he who saw

       Th’ Apocalyps, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, put to second rout, Came furious down to be reveng’d on men, Wo to the Inhabitants on Earth! that now, While time was, our first Parents had bin warnd The coming of thir secret foe, and scap’d Haply so scap’d his mortal snare; for now Satan, now first inflam’d with rage, came down, The Tempter ere th’ Accuser of man-kind, To wreck on innocent frail man his loss Of that first Battel, and his flight to Hell: Yet not rejoycing in his speed, though bold, Far off and fearless, nor with cause to boast, Begins his dire attempt, which nigh the birth Now rowling, boiles in his tumultuous brest, And like a devillish Engine back recoiles Upon himself; horror and doubt distract His troubl’d thoughts, and from the bottom stirr The Hell within him, for within him Hell He brings, and round about him, nor from Hell One step no more then from himself can fly By change of place: Now conscience wakes despair That slumberd, wakes the bitter memorie Of what he was, what is, and what must be Worse; of worse deeds worse sufferings must ensue. Sometimes towards Eden which now in his view Lay pleasant, his grievd look he fixes sad, Sometimes towards Heav’n and the full-blazing Sun, Which now sat high in his Meridian Towre: Then much revolving, thus in sighs began.

      O thou that with surpassing Glory crownd,

       Look’st from thy sole Dominion like the God

       Of this new World; at whose sight all the Starrs

       Hide thir diminisht heads; to thee I call,

       But with no friendly voice, and add thy name

       O Sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams

       That bring to my remembrance from what state

       I fell, how glorious once above thy Spheare;

       Till Pride and worse Ambition threw me down

       Warring in Heav’n against Heav’ns matchless King:

       Ah wherefore! he deservd no such return

       From me, whom he created what I was

       In that bright eminence, and with his good

       Upbraided none; nor was his service hard.

       What could be less then to afford him praise,

       The easiest recompence, and pay him thanks,

       How due! yet all his good prov’d ill in me,

       And wrought but malice; lifted up so high

       I sdeind subjection, and thought one step higher

       Would set me highest, and in a moment quit

       The debt immense of endless gratitude,

       So burthensome, still paying, still to ow;

       Forgetful what from him I still receivd,

       And understood not that a grateful mind

       By owing owes not, but still pays, at once

       Indebted and dischargd; what burden then?

       O had his powerful Destiny ordaind

       Me some inferiour Angel, I had stood

       Then happie; no unbounded hope had rais’d

       Ambition. Yet why not? som other Power

       As great might have aspir’d, and me though mean

       Drawn to his part; but other Powers as great

       Fell not, but stand unshak’n, from within

       Or from without, to all temptations arm’d.

       Hadst thou the same free Will and Power to stand?

       Thou hadst: whom hast thou then or what to accuse,

       But Heav’ns free Love dealt equally to all?

       Be then his Love accurst, since love or hate,

       To me alike, it deals eternal woe.

       Nay curs’d be thou; since against his thy will

       Chose freely what it now so justly rues.

       Me miserable! which way shall I flie

       Infinite wrauth, and infinite despaire?

       Which way I flie is Hell; my self am Hell;

       And in the lowest deep a lower deep

       Still threatning to devour me opens wide,

       To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heav’n.

       O then at last relent: is there no place

       Left for Repentance, none for Pardon left?

       None left but by submission; and that word

       Disdain forbids me, and my dread of shame Among the spirits beneath, whom I seduc’d With other promises and other vaunts Then to submit, boasting I could subdue Th’ Omnipotent. Ay me, they little know How dearly I abide that boast so vaine, Under what torments inwardly I groane; While they adore me on the Throne of Hell, With Diadem and Scepter high advanc’d The lower still I fall, onely Supream In miserie; such joy Ambition findes. But say I could repent and could obtaine By Act of Grace my former state; how soon Would highth recal high thoughts, how soon unsay What feign’d submission swore: ease would recant Vows made in pain, as violent and void. For never can true reconcilement grow Where wounds of deadly hate have peirc’d so deep: Which would but lead me to a worse relapse And heavier fall: so should I purchase deare Short intermission bought with double smart. This knows my punisher; therefore as farr From granting hee, as I from begging peace: All hope excluded thus, behold in stead Of us out-cast, exil’d, his new delight, Mankind created, and for him this World. So farwel Hope, and with Hope farwel Fear, Farwel Remorse: all Good to me is lost; Evil be thou my Good; by thee at least Divided Empire with Heav’ns King I hold By thee, and more then half perhaps will reigne; As Man ere long, and this new World shall know.

      Thus while he spake, each passion dimm’d his face

       Thrice chang’d with pale, ire, envie and despair,

       Which marrd his borrow’d visage, and betraid

       Him counterfet, if any eye beheld.

       For heav’nly mindes from such distempers foule

       Are ever cleer. Whereof hee soon aware,

       Each perturbation smooth’d with outward calme,

       Artificer of fraud; and was the first

       That practisd falshood under saintly shew,

       Deep malice to conceale, couch’t with revenge:

       Yet not anough had practisd to deceive

       Uriel once warnd; whose eye pursu’d him down The way he went, and on th’ Assyrian mount Saw him disfigur’d, more then could befall Spirit of happie sort: his gestures fierce He markd and mad demeanour, then alone, As he suppos’d, all unobserv’d, unseen. So on he fares, and to the border comes Of Eden, where delicious Paradise, Now nearer, Crowns with her enclosure green, As with

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