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And trust themfelves to fear no second fate."
Me though just right, and the fix'd laws of heav'n
Did first create your leader; next, free choice;
With what befides, in council or in fight,
Hath been atchiev'd of merit; yet this lofs,
Thus far at least recover'd, hath much more
Eftablifh'd in a fafe unenvi'd throne,
Yielded with full confent. The happier ftate
In heav'n, which follows dignity, might draw
Envy from each inferior: but who here
Will envy whom the highest place expofes
Foremost to stand against the Thund'rer's aim,
Your bulwark, and condemns to greatest share
Of endless pain? Where there is then no good
For which to ftrive, no ftrife can grow up there
From faction: for none fure will claim in hell
Precedence; none, whose portion is so small
Of prefent pain, that with ambitious mind
Will covet more. With this advantage then
To union, and firm faith. and firm accord,
More than can be in heav'n, we now return
To claim our juft inheritance of old,
Surer to profper than profperity

Could have affur'd us; and by what beft way,
Whether of open war or covert guile,

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e now debate: who can advise may speak.
He ceas'd; and next him Moloch, fcepter'd king,
Stood up, the strongest and the fierceft fp'rit

That fought in heav'n. now fiercer by defpair.
His truft was with th' Eternal to be deem'd
Equal in ftrength; and rather than be lefs,
Car'd not to be at all; with that care loft
Went all his fear of GOD, or hell, or worfe
He reck'd not: and thefe words thereafter fpake.
My fentence is for open war: of wiles,

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More unexpert, I boaft not: them let thofe

Contrive who need; or when they need, not now.
For while they fit contriving, fhall the refl,
Millions that ftand in arms, and long wait

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The fignal to afcend, fit ling'ring here

Heav'n's fugitives, and for their dwelling place
Accept this dark opprobricus den of fhame,

The prifon of his tyranny who reigns

By our delay? No, let us rather choose,

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Arm'd with hell flames and fury, all at once

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O'er heav'n's high tow'rs to force refiftless way,
Turning our tortures into horrid arms
Against the torturer; when to meet the noise
Of his Almighty engine he fhall hear
Infernal thunder: and for lightning, fee
Black fire and horror fhot with equal rage
Among his Angels; and his throne itself
Mix'd with Tartarian fulphur, and strange fire,
His own invented torments. But perhaps
feems difficult and fteep to fcale
With upright wing against a higher foe.
Let fuch bethink them, if the fleepy drench
Of that forgetful lake benumb not still,
That in our proper motion we afcend
Up to our native feat: defcent and fall
To us is adverfe. Who but felt of late,
When the fierce foe hung on our broken rear
Infulting, and purfu'd us through the deep,
With what compulfion and laborious flight
We funk thus low? The afcent is eafy then;
Th' event is fear'd; fhould we again provoke
Our stronger, fome worfe way his wrath may find
To our deftruction; if there be in hell

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Fear to be worse destroy'd. What can be worfe
Than to dwell here, driv'n out from bliss, condemn'd

In this abhorred deep to utter woe;

Where pain of unextinguishable fire
Muft exercife us without hope of end,
The vaffals of his anger, when the scourge
Inexorably, and the torturing hour

Calls us to penance? More deftroy'd than thus,
We fhould be quite abolith'd, and expire.

What fear we then? What doubt we to incenfe
His utmost ire? which to the height enrag'd
Will either quite confume us, and reduce
To nothing this effential; happier far,
Than miferable to have eternal being:
Or if our substance be indeed divine,
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On this fide nothing; and by proof we feel
Our pow'r sufficient to disturb his heav'n,
And with perpetual inroads to alarm,
Though inacceffible, his fatal throne:
Which, if not victory, is yet revenge.

He ended frowning, and his look denounc'd
Defp'rate revenge, and battle dangerous
To lefs than gods On th' other side uprose
Belial, in act more graceful and humane:
A fairer person lost not heav'n; he seem'd
For dignity compos'd, and high exploit:
But all was falfe and hollow; though his tongue
Dropt manna, and could make the worse appear
The better reason, to perplex and dasḥ
Matureft counfels: for his thoughts were low;
To vice industrious, but to nobler deeds
Timorous and slothful: yet he pleas'd the ear,
And with perfuafive accent thus began.

I should be much for open war, O peers,
As not behind in hate; if what was urg'd
Main reason to perfuade immediate war,
Did not diffuade me most, and seem to cast
Ominous conjecture on the whole success; .
When he who most excels in act of arms,
In what he counsels, and in what excels,
Miftruftful. grounds his courage on defpair
And utter diffolution, as the fcope

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Of all his aim, after some dire revenge.

First, what revenge? The tow'rs of Heav'n are fill’d With armed watch, that render all access

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Impregnable: oft on the bord'ring deep

Incamp their legions; or with obfcure wing,
Scout far and wide into the realm of night,

Scorning furprise. Or could we break our way
By force, and at our heels all Hell fhould rife
With blackeft infurrection. to confound
Heav'n's purest light; yet our great enemy,
All uncorruptible, would on his throne
Sit unpolluted; and th' etherial mold,
Incapable of ftain, would foon expel
Her mischief, and purge off the bafer fire,
Victorious. Thus repuls'd, our final hope

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Is flat defpair; we must exasperate

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Th' almighty victor to spend all his rage,
And that muft end us: that must be our cure,
To be no more. Sad cure! for who would lofe,
Though full of pain, this intellectual being,
Thofe thoughts that wander through eternity,
To perish rather, fwallowed up and toit
In the wide womb of uncreated night,
Devoid of fenfe and motion? and who knows,
Let this be good, whether our angry
Can give it, or will ever? how he can,
Is doubtful; that he never will, is fure.
Will he, fo wife, let loofe at once his ire,
Belike through impotence, or unaware,
To give his enemies their with, and end
Them in his anger, whom his anger faves,
To punish endlefs? wherefore cease we then?
Say they who counsel war; we are decreed,
Referv'd, and deftin'd to eternal woe ;
Whatever doing, what can we fuffer more?
What can we fuffer worfe? Is this then worst,
Thus fitting, thus confulting, thus in arms?

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With heav'n's afflicting thunder; and befought
The deep to thelter us? this hell then feem'd
A refuge from thofe wounds: or when we lay
Chain'd on the burning lake, that fure was worse.
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Awak'd, thould blow them into fev❜nfold rage,
And plunge us in the flames? or, from above,
Should intermitted vengeance arm again
His red right hand to plague us! what if all
Her ftores were open'd, and this firmament
Of hell fhould fpout her cataracts of fire,
Impendent horrors, threat'ning hideous fall
One day upon our heads; while we perhaps
Defigning or exhorting glorious war,
Caught in a fiery tempeft fhall be hurl'd
Each on his rock transfix'd, the sport and play
Of wracking whirlwinds; or for ever funk
Under yon boiling ocean, wrapt in chains,
There to converfe with everlafting groans,

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Unrefpited, unpitied, unrepriev'd,

Ages of hopeless end? this would be worse.
War therefore, open or conceal'd, alike

My voice diffuades; for what can force or guile
With him, or who deceive his mind, whofe eye

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Views all things at one view? he from heav'n's height All these our motions vain, fees and derides;

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Not more almighty to refift our might

Than wife to fruftrate all our plots and wiles.

Shall we then live thus vile, the race of heav'n

Thus trampled, thus expell'd, to fuffer here

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Chains and thefe torments? Better thefe than worse,
By my advice; fince fate inevitable
Subdues us, and omnipotent decree,
The victor's will. To fuffer, as to do,
Our ftrength is equal, nor the law unjust
That fo ordains: this was at first resolv'd,
If we were wife against so great a foe
Contending, and fo doubtful what might fall.
I laugh, when those who at the spear are bold
And vent'rous, if that fail them, shrink, and fear,
What yet they know must follow, to endure',
Exile or ignominy', or bonds, or pain,
The fentence of their conqu'ror: this is now
Our doom; which if we can sustain and bear,
Our fupreme foe in time may much remit
His anger and perhaps thus far remov❜d,
Not mind us not offending, fatisfi'd

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With what is punith'd; whence thefe raging fires
Will flacken, if his breath ftir not their flames.
Our purer effence then will overcome

Their noxious vapour; or inur'd, not feel;

Or chang'd at length, and to the place conform'd

In temper, and in nature, will receive

Familiar the fierce heat, and void of pain;

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Befides what hope the never ending flight

Of future days may bring, what chance, what change
Worth waiting? fince our prefent lot appears
For happy, though but ill for ill, not worst;
If we procure not to ourfelves more woe.

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