Paradise Lost : Book VI.
All
night
the
dreadless
Angel,
unpursued,
Through
Heaven's
wide
champain
held
his
way;
till
Morn,
Waked
by
the
circling
Hours,
with
rosy
hand
Unbarred
the
gates
of
light.
There
is
a
cave
Within
the
mount
of
God,
fast
by
his
throne,
Where
light
and
darkness
in
perpetual
round
Lodge
and
dislodge
by
turns,
which
makes
through
Heaven
Grateful
vicissitude,
like
day
and
night;
Light
issues
forth,
and
at
the
other
door
Obsequious
darkness
enters,
till
her
hour
To
veil
the
Heaven,
though
darkness
there
might
well
Seem
twilight
here:
And
now
went
forth
the
Morn
Such
as
in
highest
Heaven
arrayed
in
gold
Empyreal;
from
before
her
vanished
Night,
Shot
through
with
orient
beams;
when
all
the
plain
Covered
with
thick
embattled
squadrons
bright,
Chariots,
and
flaming
arms,
and
fiery
steeds,
Reflecting
blaze
on
blaze,
first
met
his
view:
War
he
perceived,
war
in
procinct;
and
found
Already
known
what
he
for
news
had
thought
To
have
reported:
Gladly
then
he
mixed
Among
those
friendly
Powers,
who
him
received
With
joy
and
acclamations
loud,
that
one,
That
of
so
many
myriads
fallen,
yet
one
Returned
not
lost.
On
to
the
sacred
hill
They
led
him
high
applauded,
and
present
Before
the
seat
supreme;
from
whence
a
voice,
From
midst
a
golden
cloud,
thus
mild
was
heard.
Servant
of
God.
Well
done;
well
hast
thou
fought
The
better
fight,
who
single
hast
maintained
Against
revolted
multitudes
the
cause
Of
truth,
in
word
mightier
than
they
in
arms;
And
for
the
testimony
of
truth
hast
borne
Universal
reproach,
far
worse
to
bear
Than
violence;
for
this
was
all
thy
care
To
stand
approved
in
sight
of
God,
though
worlds
Judged
thee
perverse:
The
easier
conquest
now
Remains
thee,
aided
by
this
host
of
friends,
Back
on
thy
foes
more
glorious
to
return,
Than
scorned
thou
didst
depart;
and
to
subdue
By
force,
who
reason
for
their
law
refuse,
Right
reason
for
their
law,
and
for
their
King
Messiah,
who
by
right
of
merit
reigns.
Go,
Michael,
of
celestial
armies
prince,
And
thou,
in
military
prowess
next,
Gabriel,
lead
forth
to
battle
these
my
sons
Invincible;
lead
forth
my
armed
Saints,
By
thousands
and
by
millions,
ranged
for
fight,
Equal
in
number
to
that
Godless
crew
Rebellious:
Them
with
fire
and
hostile
arms
Fearless
assault;
and,
to
the
brow
of
Heaven
Pursuing,
drive
them
out
from
God
and
bliss,
Into
their
place
of
punishment,
the
gulf
Of
Tartarus,
which
ready
opens
wide
His
fiery
Chaos
to
receive
their
fall.
So
spake
the
Sovran
Voice,
and
clouds
began
To
darken
all
the
hill,
and
smoke
to
roll
In
dusky
wreaths,
reluctant
flames,
the
sign
Of
wrath
awaked;
nor
with
less
dread
the
loud
Ethereal
trumpet
from
on
high
'gan
blow:
At
which
command
the
Powers
militant,
That
stood
for
Heaven,
in
mighty
quadrate
joined
Of
union
irresistible,
moved
on
In
silence
their
bright
legions,
to
the
sound
Of
instrumental
harmony,
that
breathed
Heroick
ardour
to
adventurous
deeds
Under
their
God-like
leaders,
in
the
cause
Of
God
and
his
Messiah.
On
they
move
Indissolubly
firm;
nor
obvious
hill,
Nor
straitening
vale,
nor
wood,
nor
stream,
divides
Their
perfect
ranks;
for
high
above
the
ground
Their
march
was,
and
the
passive
air
upbore
Their
nimble
tread;
as
when
the
total
kind
Of
birds,
in
orderly
array
on
wing,
Came
summoned
over
Eden
to
receive
Their
names
of
thee;
so
over
many
a
tract
Of
Heaven
they
marched,
and
many
a
province
wide,
Tenfold
the
length
of
this
terrene:
At
last,
Far
in
the
horizon
to
the
north
appeared
From
skirt
to
skirt
a
fiery
region,
stretched
In
battailous
aspect,
and
nearer
view
Bristled
with
upright
beams
innumerable
Of
rigid
spears,
and
helmets
thronged,
and
shields
Various,
with
boastful
argument
portrayed,
The
banded
Powers
of
Satan
hasting
on
With
furious
expedition;
for
they
weened
That
self-same
day,
by
fight
or
by
surprise,
To
win
the
mount
of
God,
and
on
his
throne
To
set
the
Envier
of
his
state,
the
proud
Aspirer;
but
their
thoughts
proved
fond
and
vain
In
the
mid
way:
Though
strange
to
us
it
seemed
At
first,
that
Angel
should
with
Angel
war,
And
in
fierce
hosting
meet,
who
wont
to
meet
So
oft
in
festivals
of
joy
and
love
Unanimous,
as
sons
of
one
great
Sire,
Hymning
the
Eternal
Father:
But
the
shout
Of
battle
now
began,
and
rushing
sound
Of
onset
ended
soon
each
milder
thought.
High
in
the
midst,
exalted
as
a
God,
The
Apostate
in
his
sun-bright
chariot
sat,
Idol
of
majesty
divine,
enclosed
With
flaming
Cherubim,
and
golden
shields;
Then
lighted
from
his
gorgeous
throne,
for
now
'Twixt
host
and
host
but
narrow
space
was
left,
A
dreadful
interval,
and
front
to
front
Presented
stood
in
terrible
array
Of
hideous
length:
Before
the
cloudy
van,
On
the
rough
edge
of
battle
ere
it
joined,
Satan,
with
vast
and
haughty
strides
advanced,
Came
towering,
armed
in
adamant
and
gold;
Abdiel
that
sight
endured
not,
where
he
stood
Among
the
mightiest,
bent
on
highest
deeds,
And
thus
his
own
undaunted
heart
explores.
O
Heaven!
that
such
resemblance
of
the
Highest
Should
yet
remain,
where
faith
and
realty
Remain
not:
Wherefore
should
not
strength
and
might
There
fail
where
virtue
fails,
or
weakest
prove
Where
boldest,
though
to
fight
unconquerable?
His
puissance,
trusting
in
the
Almighty's
aid,
I
mean
to
try,
whose
reason
I
have
tried
Unsound
and
false;
nor
is
it
aught
but
just,
That
he,
who
in
debate
of
truth
hath
won,
Should
win
in
arms,
in
both
disputes
alike
Victor;
though
brutish
that
contest
and
foul,
When
reason
hath
to
deal
with
force,
yet
so
Most
reason
is
that
reason
overcome.
So
pondering,
and
from
his
armed
peers
Forth
stepping
opposite,
half-way
he
met
His
daring
foe,
at
this
prevention
more
Incensed,
and
thus
securely
him
defied.
Proud,
art
thou
met?
thy
hope
was
to
have
reached
The
highth
of
thy
aspiring
unopposed,
The
throne
of
God
unguarded,
and
his
side
Abandoned,
at
the
terrour
of
thy
power
Or
potent
tongue:
Fool!not
to
think
how
vain
Against
the
Omnipotent
to
rise
in
arms;
Who
out
of
smallest
things
could,
without
end,
Have
raised
incessant
armies
to
defeat
Thy
folly;
or
with
solitary
hand
Reaching
beyond
all
limit,
at
one
blow,
Unaided,
could
have
finished
thee,
and
whelmed
Thy
legions
under
darkness:
But
thou
seest
All
are
not
of
thy
train;
there
be,
who
faith
Prefer,
and
piety
to
God,
though
then
To
thee
not
visible,
when
I
alone
Seemed
in
thy
world
erroneous
to
dissent
From
all:
My
sect
thou
seest;now
learn
too
late
How
few
sometimes
may
know,
when
thousands
err.
Whom
the
grand
foe,
with
scornful
eye
askance,
Thus
answered.
Ill
for
thee,
but
in
wished
hour
Of
my
revenge,
first
sought
for,
thou
returnest
From
flight,
seditious
Angel!
to
receive
Thy
merited
reward,
the
first
assay
Of
this
right
hand
provoked,
since
first
that
tongue,
Inspired
with
contradiction,
durst
oppose
A
third
part
of
the
Gods,
in
synod
met
Their
deities
to
assert;
who,
while
they
feel
Vigour
divine
within
them,
can
allow
Omnipotence
to
none.
But
well
thou
comest
Before
thy
fellows,
ambitious
to
win
From
me
some
plume,
that
thy
success
may
show
Destruction
to
the
rest:
This
pause
between,
(Unanswered
lest
thou
boast)
to
let
thee
know,
At
first
I
thought
that
Liberty
and
Heaven
To
heavenly
souls
had
been
all
one;
but
now
I
see
that
most
through
sloth
had
rather
serve,
Ministring
Spirits,
trained
up
in
feast
and
song!
Such
hast
thou
armed,
the
minstrelsy
of
Heaven,
Servility
with
freedom
to
contend,
As
both
their
deeds
compared
this
day
shall
prove.
To
whom
in
brief
thus
Abdiel
stern
replied.
Apostate!
still
thou
errest,
nor
end
wilt
find
Of
erring,
from
the
path
of
truth
remote:
Unjustly
thou
depravest
it
with
the
name
Of
servitude,
to
serve
whom
God
ordains,
Or
Nature:
God
and
Nature
bid
the
same,
When
he
who
rules
is
worthiest,
and
excels
Them
whom
he
governs.
This
is
servitude,
To
serve
the
unwise,
or
him
who
hath
rebelled
Against
his
worthier,
as
thine
now
serve
thee,
Thyself
not
free,
but
to
thyself
enthralled;
Yet
lewdly
darest
our
ministring
upbraid.
Reign
thou
in
Hell,
thy
kingdom;
let
me
serve
In
Heaven
God
ever
blest,
and
his
divine
Behests
obey,
worthiest
to
be
obeyed;
Yet
chains
in
Hell,
not
realms,
expect:
Mean
while
From
me
returned,
as
erst
thou
saidst,
from
flight,
This
greeting
on
thy
impious
crest
receive.
So
saying,
a
noble
stroke
he
lifted
high,
Which
hung
not,
but
so
swift
with
tempest
fell
On
the
proud
crest
of
Satan,
that
no
sight,
Nor
motion
of
swift
thought,
less
could
his
shield,
Such
ruin
intercept:
Ten
paces
huge
He
back
recoiled;
the
tenth
on
bended
knee
His
massy
spear
upstaid;
as
if
on
earth
Winds
under
ground,
or
waters
forcing
way,
Sidelong
had
pushed
a
mountain
from
his
seat,
Half
sunk
with
all
his
pines.
Amazement
seised
The
rebel
Thrones,
but
greater
rage,
to
see
Thus
foiled
their
mightiest;
ours
joy
filled,
and
shout,
Presage
of
victory,
and
fierce
desire
Of
battle:
Whereat
Michael
bid
sound
The
Arch-Angel
trumpet;
through
the
vast
of
Heaven
It
sounded,
and
the
faithful
armies
rung
Hosanna
to
the
Highest:
Nor
stood
at
gaze
The
adverse
legions,
nor
less
hideous
joined
The
horrid
shock.
Now
storming
fury
rose,
And
clamour
such
as
heard
in
Heaven
till
now
Was
never;
arms
on
armour
clashing
brayed
Horrible
discord,
and
the
madding
wheels
Of
brazen
chariots
raged;
dire
was
the
noise
Of
conflict;
over
head
the
dismal
hiss
Of
fiery
darts
in
flaming
vollies
flew,
And
flying
vaulted
either
host
with
fire.
So
under
fiery
cope
together
rushed
Both
battles
main,
with
ruinous
assault
And
inextinguishable
rage.
All
Heaven
Resounded;
and
had
Earth
been
then,
all
Earth
Had
to
her
center
shook.
What
wonder?
when
Millions
of
fierce
encountering
Angels
fought
On
either
side,
the
least
of
whom
could
wield
These
elements,
and
arm
him
with
the
force
Of
all
their
regions:
How
much
more
of
power
Army
against
army
numberless
to
raise
Dreadful
combustion
warring,
and
disturb,
Though
not
destroy,
their
happy
native
seat;
Had
not
the
Eternal
King
Omnipotent,
From
his
strong
hold
of
Heaven,
high
over-ruled
And
limited
their
might;
though
numbered
such
As
each
divided
legion
might
have
seemed
A
numerous
host;
in
strength
each
armed
hand
A
legion;
led
in
fight,
yet
leader
seemed
Each
warriour
single
as
in
chief,
expert
When
to
advance,
or
stand,
or
turn
the
sway
Of
battle,
open
when,
and
when
to
close
The
ridges
of
grim
war:
No
thought
of
flight,
None
of
retreat,
no
unbecoming
deed
That
argued
fear;
each
on
himself
relied,
As
only
in
his
arm
the
moment
lay
Of
victory:
Deeds
of
eternal
fame
Were
done,
but
infinite;
for
wide
was
spread
That
war
and
various;
sometimes
on
firm
ground
A
standing
fight,
then,
soaring
on
main
wing,
Tormented
all
the
air;
all
air
seemed
then
Conflicting
fire.
Long
time
in
even
scale
The
battle
hung;
till
Satan,
who
that
day
Prodigious
power
had
shown,
and
met
in
arms
No
equal,
ranging
through
the
dire
attack
Of
fighting
Seraphim
confused,
at
length
Saw
where
the
sword
of
Michael
smote,
and
felled
Squadrons
at
once;
with
huge
two-handed
sway
Brandished
aloft,
the
horrid
edge
came
down
Wide-wasting;
such
destruction
to
withstand
He
hasted,
and
opposed
the
rocky
orb
Of
tenfold
adamant,
his
ample
shield,
A
vast
circumference.
At
his
approach
The
great
Arch-Angel
from
his
warlike
toil
Surceased,
and
glad,
as
hoping
here
to
end
Intestine
war
in
Heaven,
the
arch-foe
subdued
Or
captive
dragged
in
chains,
with
hostile
frown
And
visage
all
inflamed
first
thus
began.
Author
of
evil,
unknown
till
thy
revolt,
Unnamed
in
Heaven,
now
plenteous
as
thou
seest
These
acts
of
hateful
strife,
hateful
to
all,
Though
heaviest
by
just
measure
on
thyself,
And
thy
adherents:
How
hast
thou
disturbed
Heaven's
blessed
peace,
and
into
nature
brought
Misery,
uncreated
till
the
crime
Of
thy
rebellion!
how
hast
thou
instilled
Thy
malice
into
thousands,
once
upright
And
faithful,
now
proved
false!
But
think
not
here
To
trouble
holy
rest;
Heaven
casts
thee
out
From
all
her
confines.
Heaven,
the
seat
of
bliss,
Brooks
not
the
works
of
violence
and
war.
Hence
then,
and
evil
go
with
thee
along,
Thy
offspring,
to
the
place
of
evil,
Hell;
Thou
and
thy
wicked
crew!
there
mingle
broils,
Ere
this
avenging
sword
begin
thy
doom,
Or
some
more
sudden
vengeance,
winged
from
God,
Precipitate
thee
with
augmented
pain.
So
spake
the
Prince
of
Angels;
to
whom
thus
The
Adversary.
Nor
think
thou
with
wind
Of
aery
threats
to
awe
whom
yet
with
deeds
Thou
canst
not.
Hast
thou
turned
the
least
of
these
To
flight,
or
if
to
fall,
but
that
they
rise
Unvanquished,
easier
to
transact
with
me
That
thou
shouldst
hope,
imperious,
and
with
threats
To
chase
me
hence?
err
not,
that
so
shall
end
The
strife
which
thou
callest
evil,
but
we
style
The
strife
of
glory;
which
we
mean
to
win,
Or
turn
this
Heaven
itself
into
the
Hell
Thou
fablest;
here
however
to
dwell
free,
If
not
to
reign:
Mean
while
thy
utmost
force,
And
join
him
named
Almighty
to
thy
aid,
I
fly
not,
but
have
sought
thee
far
and
nigh.
They
ended
parle,
and
both
addressed
for
fight
Unspeakable;
for
who,
though
with
the
tongue
Of
Angels,
can
relate,
or
to
what
things
Liken
on
earth
conspicuous,
that
may
lift
Human
imagination
to
such
highth
Of
Godlike
power?
for
likest
Gods
they
seemed,
Stood
they
or
moved,
in
stature,
motion,
arms,
Fit
to
decide
the
empire
of
great
Heaven.
Now
waved
their
fiery
swords,
and
in
the
air
Made
horrid
circles;
two
broad
suns
their
shields
Blazed
opposite,
while
Expectation
stood
In
horrour:
From
each
hand
with
speed
retired,
Where
erst
was
thickest
fight,
the
angelick
throng,
And
left
large
field,
unsafe
within
the
wind
Of
such
commotion;
such
as,
to
set
forth
Great
things
by
small,
if,
nature's
concord
broke,
Among
the
constellations
war
were
sprung,
Two
planets,
rushing
from
aspect
malign
Of
fiercest
opposition,
in
mid
sky
Should
combat,
and
their
jarring
spheres
confound.
Together
both
with
next
to
almighty
arm
Up-lifted
imminent,
one
stroke
they
aimed
That
might
determine,
and
not
need
repeat,
As
not
of
power
at
once;
nor
odds
appeared
In
might
or
swift
prevention:
But
the
sword
Of
Michael
from
the
armoury
of
God
Was
given
him
tempered
so,
that
neither
keen
Nor
solid
might
resist
that
edge:
it
met
The
sword
of
Satan,
with
steep
force
to
smite
Descending,
and
in
half
cut
sheer;
nor
staid,
But
with
swift
wheel
reverse,
deep
entering,
shared
All
his
right
side:
Then
Satan
first
knew
pain,
And
writhed
him
to
and
fro
convolved;
so
sore
The
griding
sword
with
discontinuous
wound
Passed
through
him:
But
the
ethereal
substance
closed,
Not
long
divisible;
and
from
the
gash
A
stream
of
necturous
humour
issuing
flowed
Sanguine,
such
as
celestial
Spirits
may
bleed,
And
all
his
armour
stained,
ere
while
so
bright.
Forthwith
on
all
sides
to
his
aid
was
run
By
Angels
many
and
strong,
who
interposed
Defence,
while
others
bore
him
on
their
shields
Back
to
his
chariot,
where
it
stood
retired
From
off
the
files
of
war:
There
they
him
laid
Gnashing
for
anguish,
and
despite,
and
shame,
To
find
himself
not
matchless,
and
his
pride
Humbled
by
such
rebuke,
so
far
beneath
His
confidence
to
equal
God
in
power.
Yet
soon
he
healed;
for
Spirits
that
live
throughout
Vital
in
every
part,
not
as
frail
man
In
entrails,
heart
of
head,
liver
or
reins,
Cannot
but
by
annihilating
die;
Nor
in
their
liquid
texture
mortal
wound
Receive,
no
more
than
can
the
fluid
air:
All
heart
they
live,
all
head,
all
eye,
all
ear,
All
intellect,
all
sense;
and,
as
they
please,
They
limb
themselves,
and
colour,
shape,
or
size
Assume,
as?kikes
them
best,
condense
or
rare.
Mean
while
in
other
parts
like
deeds
deserved
Memorial,
where
the
might
of
Gabriel
fought,
And
with
fierce
ensigns
pierced
the
deep
array
Of
Moloch,
furious
king;
who
him
defied,
And
at
his
chariot-wheels
to
drag
him
bound
Threatened,
nor
from
the
Holy
One
of
Heaven
Refrained
his
tongue
blasphemous;
but
anon
Down
cloven
to
the
waist,
with
shattered
arms
And
uncouth
pain
fled
bellowing.
On
each
wing
Uriel,
and
Raphael,
his
vaunting
foe,
Though
huge,
and
in
a
rock
of
diamond
armed,
Vanquished
Adramelech,
and
Asmadai,
Two
potent
Thrones,
that
to
be
less
than
Gods
Disdained,
but
meaner
thoughts
learned
in
their
flight,
Mangled
with
ghastly
wounds
through
plate
and
mail.
Nor
stood
unmindful
Abdiel
to
annoy
The
atheist
crew,
but
with
redoubled
blow
Ariel,
and
Arioch,
and
the
violence
Of
Ramiel
scorched
and
blasted,
overthrew.
I
might
relate
of
thousands,
and
their
names
Eternize
here
on
earth;
but
those
elect
Angels,
contented
with
their
fame
in
Heaven,
Seek
not
the
praise
of
men:
The
other
sort,
In
might
though
wonderous
and
in
acts
of
war,
Nor
of
renown
less
eager,
yet
by
doom
Cancelled
from
Heaven
and
sacred
memory,
Nameless
in
dark
oblivion
let
them
dwell.
For
strength
from
truth
divided,
and
from
just,
Illaudable,
nought
merits
but
dispraise
And
ignominy;
yet
to
glory
aspires
Vain-glorious,
and
through
infamy
seeks
fame:
Therefore
eternal
silence
be
their
doom.
And
now,
their
mightiest
quelled,
the
battle
swerved,
With
many
an
inroad
gored;
deformed
rout
Entered,
and
foul
disorder;
all
the
ground
With
shivered
armour
strown,
and
on
a
heap
Chariot
and
charioteer
lay
overturned,
And
fiery-foaming
steeds;
what
stood,
recoiled
O'er-wearied,
through
the
faint
Satanick
host
Defensive
scarce,
or
with
pale
fear
surprised,
Then
first
with
fear
surprised,
and
sense
of
pain,
Fled
ignominious,
to
such
evil
brought
By
sin
of
disobedience;
till
that
hour
Not
liable
to
fear,
or
flight,
or
pain.
Far
otherwise
the
inviolable
Saints,
In
cubick
phalanx
firm,
advanced
entire,
Invulnerable,
impenetrably
armed;
Such
high
advantages
their
innocence
Gave
them
above
their
foes;
not
to
have
sinned,
Not
to
have
disobeyed;
in
fight
they
stood
Unwearied,
unobnoxious
to
be
pained
By
wound,
though
from
their
place
by
violence
moved,
Now
Night
her
course
began,
and,
over
Heaven
Inducing
darkness,
grateful
truce
imposed,
And
silence
on
the
odious
din
of
war:
Under
her
cloudy
covert
both
retired,
Victor
and
vanquished:
On
the
foughten
field
Michael
and
his
Angels
prevalent
Encamping,
placed
in
guard
their
watches
round,
Cherubick
waving
fires:
On
the
other
part,
Satan
with
his
rebellious
disappeared,
Far
in
the
dark
dislodged;
and,
void
of
rest,
His
potentates
to
council
called
by
night;
And
in
the
midst
thus
undismayed
began.
O
now
in
danger
tried,
now
known
in
arms
Not
to
be
overpowered,
Companions
dear,
Found
worthy
not
of
liberty
alone,
Too
mean
pretence!
but
what
we
more
affect,
Honour,
dominion,
glory,
and
renown;
Who
have
sustained
one
day
in
doubtful
fight,
(And
if
one
day,
why
not
eternal
days?)
What
Heaven's
Lord
had
powerfullest
to
send
Against
us
from
about
his
throne,
and
judged
Sufficient
to
subdue
us
to
his
will,
But
proves
not
so:
Then
fallible,
it
seems,
Of
future
we
may
deem
him,
though
till
now
Omniscient
thought.
True
is,
less
firmly
armed,
Some
disadvantage
we
endured
and
pain,
Till
now
not
known,
but,
known,
as
soon
contemned;
Since
now
we
find
this
our
empyreal
form
Incapable
of
mortal
injury,
Imperishable,
and,
though
pierced
with
wound,
Soon
closing,
and
by
native
vigour
healed.
Of
evil
then
so
small
as
easy
think
The
remedy;
perhaps
more
valid
arms,
Weapons
more
violent,
when
next
we
meet,
May
serve
to
better
us,
and
worse
our
foes,
Or
equal
what
between
us
made
the
odds,
In
nature
none:
If
other
hidden
cause
Left
them
superiour,
while
we
can
preserve
Unhurt
our
minds,
and
understanding
sound,
Due
search
and
consultation
will
disclose.
He
sat;
and
in
the
assembly
next
upstood
Nisroch,
of
Principalities
the
prime;
As
one
he
stood
escaped
from
cruel
fight,
Sore
toiled,
his
riven
arms
to
havock
hewn,
And
cloudy
in
aspect
thus
answering
spake.
Deliverer
from
new
Lords,
leader
to
free
Enjoyment
of
our
right
as
Gods;
yet
hard
For
Gods,
and
too
unequal
work
we
find,
Against
unequal
arms
to
fight
in
pain,
Against
unpained,
impassive;
from
which
evil
Ruin
must
needs
ensue;
for
what
avails
Valour
or
strength,
though
matchless,
quelled
with
pain
Which
all
subdues,
and
makes
remiss
the
hands
Of
mightiest?
Sense
of
pleasure
we
may
well
Spare
out
of
life
perhaps,
and
not
repine,
But
live
content,
which
is
the
calmest
life:
But
pain
is
perfect
misery,
the
worst
Of
evils,
and,
excessive,
overturns
All
patience.
He,
who
therefore
can
invent
With
what
more
forcible
we
may
offend
Our
yet
unwounded
enemies,
or
arm
Ourselves
with
like
defence,
to
me
deserves
No
less
than
for
deliverance
what
we
owe.
Whereto
with
look
composed
Satan
replied.
Not
uninvented
that,
which
thou
aright
Believest
so
main
to
our
success,
I
bring.
Which
of
us
who
beholds
the
bright
surface
Of
this
ethereous
mould
whereon
we
stand,
This
continent
of
spacious
Heaven,
adorned
With
plant,
fruit,
flower
ambrosial,
gems,
and
gold;
Whose
eye
so
superficially
surveys
These
things,
as
not
to
mind
from
whence
they
grow
Deep
under
ground,
materials
dark
and
crude,
Of
spiritous
and
fiery
spume,
till
touched
With
Heaven's
ray,
and
tempered,
they
shoot
forth
So
beauteous,
opening
to
the
ambient
light?
These
in
their
dark
nativity
the
deep
Shall
yield
us,
pregnant
with
infernal
flame;
Which,
into
hollow
engines,
long
and
round,
Thick
rammed,
at
the
other
bore
with
touch
of
fire
Dilated
and
infuriate,
shall
send
forth
From
far,
with
thundering
noise,
among
our
foes
Such
implements
of
mischief,
as
shall
dash
To
pieces,
and
o'erwhelm
whatever
stands
Adverse,
that
they
shall
fear
we
have
disarmed
The
Thunderer
of
his
only
dreaded
bolt.
Nor
long
shall
be
our
labour;
yet
ere
dawn,
Effect
shall
end
our
wish.
Mean
while
revive;
Abandon
fear;
to
strength
and
counsel
joined
Think
nothing
hard,
much
less
to
be
despaired.
He
ended,
and
his
words
their
drooping
cheer
Enlightened,
and
their
languished
hope
revived.
The
invention
all
admired,
and
each,
how
he
To
be
the
inventer
missed;
so
easy
it
seemed
Once
found,
which
yet
unfound
most
would
have
thought
Impossible:
Yet,
haply,
of
thy
race
In
future
days,
if
malice
should
abound,
Some
one
intent
on
mischief,
or
inspired
With
devilish
machination,
might
devise
Like
instrument
to
plague
the
sons
of
men
For
sin,
on
war
and
mutual
slaughter
bent.
Forthwith
from
council
to
the
work
they
flew;
None
arguing
stood;
innumerable
hands
Were
ready;
in
a
moment
up
they
turned
Wide
the
celestial
soil,
and
saw
beneath
The
originals
of
nature
in
their
crude
Conception;
sulphurous
and
nitrous
foam
They
found,
they
mingled,
and,
with
subtle
art,
Concocted
and
adusted
they
reduced
To
blackest
grain,
and
into
store
conveyed:
Part
hidden
veins
digged
up
(nor
hath
this
earth
Entrails
unlike)
of
mineral
and
stone,
Whereof
to
found
their
engines
and
their
balls
Of
missive
ruin;
part
incentive
reed
Provide,
pernicious
with
one
touch
to
fire.
So
all
ere
day-spring,
under
conscious
night,
Secret
they
finished,
and
in
order
set,
With
silent
circumspection,
unespied.
Now
when
fair
morn
orient
in
Heaven
appeared,
Up
rose
the
victor-Angels,
and
to
arms
The
matin
trumpet
sung:
In
arms
they
stood
Of
golden
panoply,
refulgent
host,
Soon
banded;
others
from
the
dawning
hills
Look
round,
and
scouts
each
coast
light-armed
scour,
Each
quarter
to
descry
the
distant
foe,
Where
lodged,
or
whither
fled,
or
if
for
fight,
In
motion
or
in
halt:
Him
soon
they
met
Under
spread
ensigns
moving
nigh,
in
slow
But
firm
battalion;
back
with
speediest
sail
Zophiel,
of
Cherubim
the
swiftest
wing,
Came
flying,
and
in
mid
air
aloud
thus
cried.
Arm,
Warriours,
arm
for
fight;
the
foe
at
hand,
Whom
fled
we
thought,
will
save
us
long
pursuit
This
day;
fear
not
his
flight;so
thick
a
cloud
He
comes,
and
settled
in
his
face
I
see
Sad
resolution,
and
secure:
Let
each
His
adamantine
coat
gird
well,
and
each
Fit
well
his
helm,
gripe
fast
his
orbed
shield,
Borne
even
or
high;
for
this
day
will
pour
down,
If
I
conjecture
aught,
no
drizzling
shower,
But
rattling
storm
of
arrows
barbed
with
fire.
So
warned
he
them,
aware
themselves,
and
soon
In
order,
quit
of
all
impediment;
Instant
without
disturb
they
took
alarm,
And
onward
moved
embattled:
When
behold!
Not
distant
far
with
heavy
pace
the
foe
Approaching
gross
and
huge,
in
hollow
cube
Training
his
devilish
enginery,
impaled
On
every
side
with
shadowing
squadrons
deep,
To
hide
the
fraud.
At
interview
both
stood
A
while;
but
suddenly
at
head
appeared
Satan,
and
thus
was
heard
commanding
loud.
Vanguard,
to
right
and
left
the
front
unfold;
That
all
may
see
who
hate
us,
how
we
seek
Peace
and
composure,
and
with
open
breast
Stand
ready
to
receive
them,
if
they
like
Our
overture;
and
turn
not
back
perverse:
But
that
I
doubt;
however
witness,
Heaven!
Heaven,
witness
thou
anon!
while
we
discharge
Freely
our
part:
ye,
who
appointed
stand
Do
as
you
have
in
charge,
and
briefly
touch
What
we
propound,
and
loud
that
all
may
hear!
So
scoffing
in
ambiguous
words,
he
scarce
Had
ended;
when
to
right
and
left
the
front
Divided,
and
to
either
flank
retired:
Which
to
our
eyes
discovered,
new
and
strange,
A
triple
mounted
row
of
pillars
laid
On
wheels
(for
like
to
pillars
most
they
seemed,
Or
hollowed
bodies
made
of
oak
or
fir,
With
branches
lopt,
in
wood
or
mountain
felled,)
Brass,
iron,
stony
mould,
had
not
their
mouths
With
hideous
orifice
gaped
on
us
wide,
Portending
hollow
truce:
At
each
behind
A
Seraph
stood,
and
in
his
hand
a
reed
Stood
waving
tipt
with
fire;
while
we,
suspense,
Collected
stood
within
our
thoughts
amused,
Not
long;
for
sudden
all
at
once
their
reeds
Put
forth,
and
to
a
narrow
vent
applied
With
nicest
touch.
Immediate
in
a
flame,
But
soon
obscured
with
smoke,
all
Heaven
appeared,
From
those
deep-throated
engines
belched,
whose
roar
Embowelled
with
outrageous
noise
the
air,
And
all
her
entrails
tore,
disgorging
foul
Their
devilish
glut,
chained
thunderbolts
and
hail
Of
iron
globes;
which,
on
the
victor
host
Levelled,
with
such
impetuous
fury
smote,
That,
whom
they
hit,
none
on
their
feet
might
stand,
Though
standing
else
as
rocks,
but
down
they
fell
By
thousands,
Angel
on
Arch-Angel
rolled;
The
sooner
for
their
arms;
unarmed,
they
might
Have
easily,
as
Spirits,
evaded
swift
By
quick
contraction
or
remove;
but
now
Foul
dissipation
followed,
and
forced
rout;
Nor
served
it
to
relax
their
serried
files.
What
should
they
do?
if
on
they
rushed,
repulse
Repeated,
and
indecent
overthrow
Doubled,
would
render
them
yet
more
despised,
And
to
their
foes
a
laughter;
for
in
view
Stood
ranked
of
Seraphim
another
row,
In
posture
to
displode
their
second
tire
Of
thunder:
Back
defeated
to
return
They
worse
abhorred.
Satan
beheld
their
plight,
And
to
his
mates
thus
in
derision
called.
O
Friends!
why
come
not
on
these
victors
proud
Ere
while
they
fierce
were
coming;
and
when
we,
To
entertain
them
fair
with
open
front
And
breast,
(what
could
we
more?)
propounded
terms
Of
composition,
straight
they
changed
their
minds,
Flew
off,
and
into
strange
vagaries
fell,
As
they
would
dance;
yet
for
a
dance
they
seemed
Somewhat
extravagant
and
wild;
perhaps
For
joy
of
offered
peace:
But
I
suppose,
If
our
proposals
once
again
were
heard,
We
should
compel
them
to
a
quick
result.
To
whom
thus
Belial,
in
like
gamesome
mood.
Leader!
the
terms
we
sent
were
terms
of
weight,
Of
hard
contents,
and
full
of
force
urged
home;
Such
as
we
might
perceive
amused
them
all,
And
stumbled
many:
Who
receives
them
right,
Had
need
from
head
to
foot
well
understand;
Not
understood,
this
gift
they
have
besides,
They
show
us
when
our
foes
walk
not
upright.
So
they
among
themselves
in
pleasant
vein
Stood
scoffing,
hightened
in
their
thoughts
beyond
All
doubt
of
victory:
Eternal
Might
To
match
with
their
inventions
they
presumed
So
easy,
and
of
his
thunder
made
a
scorn,
And
all
his
host
derided,
while
they
stood
A
while
in
trouble:
But
they
stood
not
long;
Rage
prompted
them
at
length,
and
found
them
arms
Against
such
hellish
mischief
fit
to
oppose.
Forthwith
(behold
the
excellence,
the
power,
Which
God
hath
in
his
mighty
Angels
placed!)
Their
arms
away
they
threw,
and
to
the
hills
(For
Earth
hath
this
variety
from
Heaven
Of
pleasure
situate
in
hill
and
dale,)
Light
as
the
lightning
glimpse
they
ran,
they
flew;
From
their
foundations
loosening
to
and
fro,
They
plucked
the
seated
hills,
with
all
their
load,
Rocks,
waters,
woods,
and
by
the
shaggy
tops
Up-lifting
bore
them
in
their
hands:
Amaze,
Be
sure,
and
terrour,
seized
the
rebel
host,
When
coming
towards
them
so
dread
they
saw
The
bottom
of
the
mountains
upward
turned;
Till
on
those
cursed
engines'
triple-row
They
saw
them
whelmed,
and
all
their
confidence
Under
the
weight
of
mountains
buried
deep;
Themselves
invaded
next,
and
on
their
heads
Main
promontories
flung,
which
in
the
air
Came
shadowing,
and
oppressed
whole
legions
armed;
Their
armour
helped
their
harm,
crushed
in
and
bruised
Into
their
substance
pent,
which
wrought
them
pain
Implacable,
and
many
a
dolorous
groan;
Long
struggling
underneath,
ere
they
could
wind
Out
of
such
prison,
though
Spirits
of
purest
light,
Purest
at
first,
now
gross
by
sinning
grown.
The
rest,
in
imitation,
to
like
arms
Betook
them,
and
the
neighbouring
hills
uptore:
So
hills
amid
the
air
encountered
hills,
Hurled
to
and
fro
with
jaculation
dire;
That
under
ground
they
fought
in
dismal
shade;
Infernal
noise!
war
seemed
a
civil
game
To
this
uproar;
horrid
confusion
heaped
Upon
confusion
rose:
And
now
all
Heaven
Had
gone
to
wrack,
with
ruin
overspread;
Had
not
the
Almighty
Father,
where
he
sits
Shrined
in
his
sanctuary
of
Heaven
secure,
Consulting
on
the
sum
of
things,
foreseen
This
tumult,
and
permitted
all,
advised:
That
his
great
purpose
he
might
so
fulfil,
To
honour
his
anointed
Son
avenged
Upon
his
enemies,
and
to
declare
All
power
on
him
transferred:
Whence
to
his
Son,
The
Assessour
of
his
throne,
he
thus
began.
Effulgence
of
my
glory,
Son
beloved,
Son,
in
whose
face
invisible
is
beheld
Visibly,
what
by
Deity
I
am;
And
in
whose
hand
what
by
decree
I
do,
Second
Omnipotence!
two
days
are
past,
Two
days,
as
we
compute
the
days
of
Heaven,
Since
Michael
and
his
Powers
went
forth
to
tame
These
disobedient:
Sore
hath
been
their
fight,
As
likeliest
was,
when
two
such
foes
met
armed;
For
to
themselves
I
left
them;
and
thou
knowest,
Equal
in
their
creation
they
were
formed,
Save
what
sin
hath
impaired;
which
yet
hath
wrought
Insensibly,
for
I
suspend
their
doom;
Whence
in
perpetual
fight
they
needs
must
last
Endless,
and
no
solution
will
be
found:
War
wearied
hath
performed
what
war
can
do,
And
to
disordered
rage
let
loose
the
reins
With
mountains,
as
with
weapons,
armed;
which
makes
Wild
work
in
Heaven,
and
dangerous
to
the
main.
Two
days
are
therefore
past,
the
third
is
thine;
For
thee
I
have
ordained
it;
and
thus
far
Have
suffered,
that
the
glory
may
be
thine
Of
ending
this
great
war,
since
none
but
Thou
Can
end
it.
Into
thee
such
virtue
and
grace
Immense
I
have
transfused,
that
all
may
know
In
Heaven
and
Hell
thy
power
above
compare;
And,
this
perverse
commotion
governed
thus,
To
manifest
thee
worthiest
to
be
Heir
Of
all
things;
to
be
Heir,
and
to
be
King
By
sacred
unction,
thy
deserved
right.
Go
then,
Thou
Mightiest,
in
thy
Father's
might;
Ascend
my
chariot,
guide
the
rapid
wheels
That
shake
Heaven's
basis,
bring
forth
all
my
war,
My
bow
and
thunder,
my
almighty
arms
Gird
on,
and
sword
upon
thy
puissant
thigh;
Pursue
these
sons
of
darkness,
drive
them
out
From
all
Heaven's
bounds
into
the
utter
deep:
There
let
them
learn,
as
likes
them,
to
despise
God,
and
Messiah
his
anointed
King.
He
said,
and
on
his
Son
with
rays
direct
Shone
full;
he
all
his
Father
full
expressed
Ineffably
into
his
face
received;
And
thus
the
Filial
Godhead
answering
spake.
O
Father,
O
Supreme
of
heavenly
Thrones,
First,
Highest,
Holiest,
Best;
thou
always
seek'st
To
glorify
thy
Son,
I
always
thee,
As
is
most
just:
This
I
my
glory
account,
My
exaltation,
and
my
whole
delight,
That
thou,
in
me
well
pleased,
declarest
thy
will
Fulfilled,
which
to
fulfil
is
all
my
bliss.
Scepter
and
power,
thy
giving,
I
assume,
And
gladlier
shall
resign,
when
in
the
end
Thou
shalt
be
all
in
all,
and
I
in
thee
For
ever;
and
in
me
all
whom
thou
lovest:
But
whom
thou
hatest,
I
hate,
and
can
put
on
Thy
terrours,
as
I
put
thy
mildness
on,
Image
of
thee
in
all
things;
and
shall
soon,
Armed
with
thy
might,
rid
Heaven
of
these
rebelled;
To
their
prepared
ill
mansion
driven
down,
To
chains
of
darkness,
and
the
undying
worm;
That
from
thy
just
obedience
could
revolt,
Whom
to
obey
is
happiness
entire.
Then
shall
thy
Saints
unmixed,
and
from
the
impure
Far
separate,
circling
thy
holy
mount,
Unfeigned
Halleluiahs
to
thee
sing,
Hymns
of
high
praise,
and
I
among
them
Chief.
So
said,
he,
o'er
his
scepter
bowing,
rose
From
the
right
hand
of
Glory
where
he
sat;
And
the
third
sacred
morn
began
to
shine,
Dawning
through
Heaven.
Forth
rushed
with
whirlwind
sound
The
chariot
of
Paternal
Deity,
Flashing
thick
flames,
wheel
within
wheel
undrawn,
Itself
instinct
with
Spirit,
but
convoyed
By
four
Cherubick
shapes;
four
faces
each
Had
wonderous;
as
with
stars,
their
bodies
all
And
wings
were
set
with
eyes;
with
eyes
the
wheels
Of
beryl,
and
careering
fires
between;
Over
their
heads
a
crystal
firmament,
Whereon
a
sapphire
throne,
inlaid
with
pure
Amber,
and
colours
of
the
showery
arch.
He,
in
celestial
panoply
all
armed
Of
radiant
Urim,
work
divinely
wrought,
Ascended;
at
his
right
hand
Victory
Sat
eagle-winged;
beside
him
hung
his
bow
And
quiver
with
three-bolted
thunder
stored;
And
from
about
him
fierce
effusion
rolled
Of
smoke,
and
bickering
flame,
and
sparkles
dire:
Attended
with
ten
thousand
thousand
Saints,
He
onward
came;
far
off
his
coming
shone;
And
twenty
thousand
(I
their
number
heard)
Chariots
of
God,
half
on
each
hand,
were
seen;
He
on
the
wings
of
Cherub
rode
sublime
On
the
crystalline
sky,
in
sapphire
throned,
Illustrious
far
and
wide;
but
by
his
own
First
seen:
Them
unexpected
joy
surprised,
When
the
great
ensign
of
Messiah
blazed
Aloft
by
Angels
borne,
his
sign
in
Heaven;
Under
whose
conduct
Michael
soon
reduced
His
army,
circumfused
on
either
wing,
Under
their
Head
imbodied
all
in
one.
Before
him
Power
Divine
his
way
prepared;
At
his
command
the
uprooted
hills
retired
Each
to
his
place;
they
heard
his
voice,
and
went
Obsequious;
Heaven
his
wonted
face
renewed,
And
with
fresh
flowerets
hill
and
valley
smiled.
This
saw
his
hapless
foes,
but
stood
obdured,
And
to
rebellious
fight
rallied
their
Powers,
Insensate,
hope
conceiving
from
despair.
In
heavenly
Spirits
could
such
perverseness
dwell?
But
to
convince
the
proud
what
signs
avail,
Or
wonders
move
the
obdurate
to
relent?
They,
hardened
more
by
what
might
most
reclaim,
Grieving
to
see
his
glory,
at
the
sight
Took
envy;
and,
aspiring
to
his
highth,
Stood
re-embattled
fierce,
by
force
or
fraud
Weening
to
prosper,
and
at
length
prevail
Against
God
and
Messiah,
or
to
fall
In
universal
ruin
last;
and
now
To
final
battle
drew,
disdaining
flight,
Or
faint
retreat;
when
the
great
Son
of
God
To
all
his
host
on
either
hand
thus
spake.
Stand
still
in
bright
array,
ye
Saints;
here
stand,
Ye
Angels
armed;
this
day
from
battle
rest:
Faithful
hath
been
your
warfare,
and
of
God
Accepted,
fearless
in
his
righteous
cause;
And
as
ye
have
received,
so
have
ye
done,
Invincibly:
But
of
this
cursed
crew
The
punishment
to
other
hand
belongs;
Vengeance
is
his,
or
whose
he
sole
appoints:
Number
to
this
day's
work
is
not
ordained,
Nor
multitude;
stand
only,
and
behold
God's
indignation
on
these
godless
poured
By
me;
not
you,
but
me,
they
have
despised,
Yet
envied;
against
me
is
all
their
rage,
Because
the
Father,
to
whom
in
Heaven
s'preme
Kingdom,
and
power,
and
glory
appertains,
Hath
honoured
me,
according
to
his
will.
Therefore
to
me
their
doom
he
hath
assigned;
That
they
may
have
their
wish,
to
try
with
me
In
battle
which
the
stronger
proves;
they
all,
Or
I
alone
against
them;
since
by
strength
They
measure
all,
of
other
excellence
Not
emulous,
nor
care
who
them
excels;
Nor
other
strife
with
them
do
I
vouchsafe.
So
spake
the
Son,
and
into
terrour
changed
His
countenance
too
severe
to
be
beheld,
And
full
of
wrath
bent
on
his
enemies.
At
once
the
Four
spread
out
their
starry
wings
With
dreadful
shade
contiguous,
and
the
orbs
Of
his
fierce
chariot
rolled,
as
with
the
sound
Of
torrent
floods,
or
of
a
numerous
host.
He
on
his
impious
foes
right
onward
drove,
Gloomy
as
night;
under
his
burning
wheels
The
stedfast
empyrean
shook
throughout,
All
but
the
throne
itself
of
God.
Full
soon
Among
them
he
arrived;
in
his
right
hand
Grasping
ten
thousand
thunders,
which
he
sent
Before
him,
such
as
in
their
souls
infixed
Plagues:
They,
astonished,
all
resistance
lost,
All
courage;
down
their
idle
weapons
dropt:
O'er
shields,
and
helms,
and
helmed
heads
he
rode
Of
Thrones
and
mighty
Seraphim
prostrate,
That
wished
the
mountains
now
might
be
again
Thrown
on
them,
as
a
shelter
from
his
ire.
Nor
less
on
either
side
tempestuous
fell
His
arrows,
from
the
fourfold-visaged
Four
Distinct
with
eyes,
and
from
the
living
wheels
Distinct
alike
with
multitude
of
eyes;
One
Spirit
in
them
ruled;
and
every
eye
Glared
lightning,
and
shot
forth
pernicious
fire
Among
the
accursed,
that
withered
all
their
strength,
And
of
their
wonted
vigour
left
them
drained,
Exhausted,
spiritless,
afflicted,
fallen.
Yet
half
his
strength
he
put
not
forth,
but
checked
His
thunder
in
mid
volley;
for
he
meant
Not
to
destroy,
but
root
them
out
of
Heaven:
The
overthrown
he
raised,
and
as
a
herd
Of
goats
or
timorous
flock
together
thronged
Drove
them
before
him
thunder-struck,
pursued
With
terrours,
and
with
furies,
to
the
bounds
And
crystal
wall
of
Heaven;
which,
opening
wide,
Rolled
inward,
and
a
spacious
gap
disclosed
Into
the
wasteful
deep:
The
monstrous
sight
Struck
them
with
horrour
backward,
but
far
worse
Urged
them
behind:
Headlong
themselves
they
threw
Down
from
the
verge
of
Heaven;
eternal
wrath
Burnt
after
them
to
the
bottomless
pit.
Hell
heard
the
unsufferable
noise,
Hell
saw
Heaven
ruining
from
Heaven,
and
would
have
fled
Affrighted;
but
strict
Fate
had
cast
too
deep
Her
dark
foundations,
and
too
fast
had
bound.
Nine
days
they
fell:
Confounded
Chaos
roared,
And
felt
tenfold
confusion
in
their
fall
Through
his
wild
anarchy,
so
huge
a
rout
Incumbered
him
with
ruin:
Hell
at
last
Yawning
received
them
whole,
and
on
them
closed;
Hell,
their
fit
habitation,
fraught
with
fire
Unquenchable,
the
house
of
woe
and
pain.
Disburdened
Heaven
rejoiced,
and
soon
repaired
Her
mural
breach,
returning
whence
it
rolled.
Sole
victor,
from
the
expulsion
of
his
foes,
Messiah
his
triumphal
chariot
turned:
To
meet
him
all
his
Saints,
who
silent
stood
Eye-witnesses
of
his
almighty
acts,
With
jubilee
advanced;
and,
as
they
went,
Shaded
with
branching
palm,
each
Order
bright,
Sung
triumph,
and
him
sung
victorious
King,
Son,
Heir,
and
Lord,
to
him
dominion
given,
Worthiest
to
reign:
He,
celebrated,
rode
Triumphant
through
mid
Heaven,
into
the
courts
And
temple
of
his
Mighty
Father
throned
On
high;
who
into
glory
him
received,
Where
now
he
sits
at
the
right
hand
of
bliss.
Thus,
measuring
things
in
Heaven
by
things
on
Earth,
At
thy
request,
and
that
thou
mayest
beware
By
what
is
past,
to
thee
I
have
revealed
What
might
have
else
to
human
race
been
hid;
The
discord
which
befel,
and
war
in
Heaven
Among
the
angelick
Powers,
and
the
deep
fall
Of
those
too
high
aspiring,
who
rebelled
With
Satan;
he
who
envies
now
thy
state,
Who
now
is
plotting
how
he
may
seduce
Thee
also
from
obedience,
that,
with
him
Bereaved
of
happiness,
thou
mayest
partake
His
punishment,
eternal
misery;
Which
would
be
all
his
solace
and
revenge,
As
a
despite
done
against
the
Most
High,
Thee
once
to
gain
companion
of
his
woe.
But
listen
not
to
his
temptations,
warn
Thy
weaker;
let
it
profit
thee
to
have
heard,
By
terrible
example,
the
reward
Of
disobedience;
firm
they
might
have
stood,
Yet
fell;
remember,
and
fear
to
transgress.
