The deep to shelter us? This Hell then seem'd 171 175 180 185 My voice dissuades; for what can force or guile With him, or who deceive his mind, whose eye Views all things at one view? He from Heav'n's height All these our motions vain, sees and derides: 191 Not more almighty to resist our might Than wise to frustrate all our plots and wiles. Shall we then live thus vile, the race of Heav'n Thus trampled, thus expell'd, to suffer here 195 Chains and these torments? Better these than worse, By my advice: since fate inevitable Subdues us, and omnipotent decree, The Victor's will. To suffer, as to do, 200 I laugh, when those who at the spear are bold This is now Our doom; which if we can sustain and bear, 205 210 His anger, and perhaps, thus far removed, Not mind us not offending, satisfy'd With what is punish'd; whence these raging fires Will slacken, if his breath stir not their flames. Our purer essence then will overcome 215 Their noxious vapour, or inured not feel, Or changed at length, and to the place conform'd In temper and in nature, will receive Familiar the fierce heat, and void of pain; This horror will grow mild, this darkness light, 220 Of future days may bring, what chance, what change appears For happy though but ill, for ill not worst, If we procure not to ourselves more woe. 225 Thus Belial, with words cloth'd in reason's garb, Counsel'd ignoble ease and peaceful sloth, Not peace: and after him thus Mammon spake: May hope, when everlasting Fate shall yield We war, if war be best, or to regain 230 To fickle Chance, and Chaos judge the strife. The former vain to hope, argues as vain The latter; for what place can be for us 235 Within Heav'n's bound, unless Heav'n's Lord Supreme We overpow'r? Suppose he should relent, And publish grace to all, on promise made Of new subjection; with what eyes could we Stand in his presence humble, and receive 240 Strict laws imposed, to celebrate his throne 245 To whom we hate! Let us not then pursue 250 Unacceptable, though in Heav'n, our state Of splendid vassalage; but rather seek Our own good from ourselves, and from our own Live to ourselves, though in this vast recess, Free, and to none accountable, preferring 255 Hard liberty before the easy yoke Of servile pomp. Our greatness will appear Then most conspicuous, when great things of small, We can create, and in what place soe'er 260 Thrive under evil, and work ease out of pain Through labour and endurance. This deep world Thick clouds and dark doth Heav'n's all-ruling Sire 265 And with the majesty of darkness round Covers his throne; from whence deep thunders roar, Must'ring their rage, and Heav'n resembles Hell? Imitate when we please? This desert soil 270 Wants not her hidden lustre, gems and gold Nor want we skill or art, from whence to raise 275 The sensible of pain. All things invite He scarce had finish'd, when such murmur fill'd The sound of blust'ring winds, which all night long 280 285 After the tempest. Such applause was heard 290 They dreaded worse than Hell: so much the fear Wrought still within them; and no less desire 295 To found this nether empire, which might rise In emulation opposite to Heav'n: Which when Beelzebub perceived, than whom, Satan except, none higher sat, with grave 300 A pillar of state: deep on his front engraven And princely counsel in his face yet shone, 305 The weight of mightiest monarchies; his look Drew audience and attention still as night Or summer's noon-tide air, while thus he spake: A growing empire; doubtless, while we dream, And know not that the King of Heav'n hath doom'd 315 From Heav'n's high jurisdiction, in new league 320 In strictest bondage, though thus far removed, His captive multitude: for he, be sure, In height or depth, still first and last will reign Sole King, and of his kingdom lose no part 325 His empire, and with iron sceptre rule Us here, as with his golden those in Heav'n. What sit we then projecting? peace and war? War hath determined us, and foil'd with loss 330 Vouchsafed or sought: for what peace will be giv'n And stripes, and arbitrary punishment Inflicted? And what peace can we return, 335 Heav'n, whose high walls fear no assault or siege, Or ambush from the deep. What if we find Some easier enterprise? There is a place, 345 (If ancient and prophetic fame in Heav'n Err not) another world, the happy seat Of some new race call'd Man, about this time In pow'r and excellence, but favour'd more 350 3 |