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By our delay? No! let us rather choose
Arm'd with Hell flames and fury, all at once,
O'er Heaven's high towers to force resistless way,
Turning our tortures into horrid arms
Against the Torturer; when to meet the noise

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Of his Almighty engine he shall hear

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Infernal thunder; and, for lightning, see
Black fire and horror shot with equal rage
Among his Angels; and his throne itself
Mix'd with Tartarean sulphur and strange fire,
His own invented torments. But perhaps
The way seems difficult and steep to scale
With upright wing against a higher foe.
Let such bethink them, if the sleepy drench
Of that forgetful lake benumb not still,
That in our proper motion we ascend
Up to our native seat: Descent and fall
To us is adverse. Who but felt of late,
When the fierce Foe hung on our broken rear
Insulting, and pursued us through the deep,
With what compulsion and laborious flight
We sunk thus low? The ascent is easy then;
The event is fear'd; should we again provoke
Our stronger, some worse way his wrath may find
To our destruction; if there be in Hell

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Fear to be worse destroy'd: What can be worse That to dwell here, driven out from bliss, condemn'd

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In this abhorred deep to utter woe;

Where pain of unextinguishable fire

Must exercise us without hope of end,
The vassals of his anger, when the scourge

Inexorably, and the torturing hour

Calls us to penance! More destroy'd than thus,
We should be quite abolish'd, and expire.
What fear we then? what doubt we to incense
His utmost ire? which, to the height enraged,
Will either quite consume us, and reduce

o nothing this essential; happier far

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Than miserable to have eternal being:
Or if our substance be indeed divine,
And cannot cease to be, we are at worst
On this side nothing; and by proof we feel
Our power sufficient to disturb his heaven,
And with perpetual inroads to alarm,
Though inaccessible, his fatal throne :
Which, if not victory, is yet revenge.
He ended frowning, and his look denounced
Desperate revenge, and battle dangerous
To less than Gods. On the other side uprose
Belial, in act more graceful and humane :
A fairer person lost not Heaven; he seem'd
For dignity composed, and high exploit :
But all was false and hollow; though his tongue
Dropp'd manna, and could make the worse appear
The better reason, to perplex and dash
Maturest counsels: for his thoughts were low
To vice industrious, but to nobler deeds
Timorous and slothful: yet he pleased the ear,
And with persuasive accent thus began.

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I should be much for open war, O Peers, As not behind in hate; if what was urged Main reason to persuade immediate war Did not dissuade me most, and seem to cast Ominous conjecture on the whole success; When he, who most excels in fact of arms, In what he counsels, and in what excels,

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Mistrustful, grounds his courage on despair

And utter dissolution, as the scope

Of all his aim, after some dire revenge.

First, what revenge? The towers of Heaven are fill'd

With armed watch, that render all access

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Impregnable: oft on the bordering deep
Encamp their legions; or, with obscure wing
Scout far and wide into the realm of night,
Scorning surprise. Or could we break our way

By force, and at our heels all Hell should rise

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With blackest insurrection, to confound
Heaven's purest light; yet our great Enemy,
All incorruptible, would on his throne
Sit unpolluted; and the ethereal mould,
Incapable of stain, would soon expel
Her mischief, and purge off the baser fire,
Victorious. Thus repulsed, our final hope
Is flat despair: We must exasperate
The Almighty Victor to spend all his rage,
And that must end us; that must be our cure,
To be no more. Sad cure! for who would lose,
Though full of pain, this intellectual being,
Those thoughts that wander through eternity
To perish rather, swallow'd up and lost
In the wide womb of uncreated night,
Devoid of sense and motion? And who knows,
Let this be good, whether our angry Foe
Can give it, or will ever? how he can,
Is doubtful; that he never will, is sure.
Will he, so wise, let loose at once his ire,
Belike through impotence, or unaware,
'To give his enemies their wish, and end
Them in his anger, whom his anger saves
To punish endless? Wherefore cease we then?
Say they who counsel war; we are decreed,

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Reserved, and destined to eternal woe;
Whatever doing, what can we suffer more,
What can we suffer worse? Is this then worst,
Thus sitting, thus consulting, thus in arms?
What! when we fled amain, pursued, and struck 165
With Heaven's afflicting thunder, and besought
The deep to shelter us? This Hell then seem'd
A refuge from those wounds; or when we lay
Chain'd on the burning lake? That sure was worse.
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Awaked, should blow them into sevenfold 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 stores were open'd, and this firmament
Of Hell should spout her cataracts of fire,
Impendent horrors, threatening hideous fall
One day upon our heads; while we perhaps
Designing or exhorting glorious war,
Caught in a fiery tempest, shall be hurl'd
Each on his rock transfix'd, the sport and prey
Of wracking whirlwinds; or for ever sunk
Under yon boiling ocean, wrapp'd in chains;
There to converse with everlasting groans,
Unrespited, unpitied, unreprieved,

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

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 Heaven's height

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All these our motions vain sees and derides;

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 Heaven

Thus trampled, thus expell'd to suffer here
Chains and these torments? better these than worse,

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Our strength is equal, nor the law unjust
That so ordains: This was at first resolved,
If we were wise, against so great a Foe

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Contending, and so doubtful what might fall.
I laugh, when those who at the spear are bold
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What yet they know must follow, to endure

Exile, or ignominy, or bonds, or pain,

The sentence of their Conqueror: This is now

Our doom; which if we can sustain and bear,

Our Supreme Foe in time may much remit
His anger; and perhaps, thus far removed

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what is punish'd; whence these raging fires

slacken, if his breath stir not their flames.

urer essence then will overcome

noxious vapour; or, inured, not feel;
anged at length, and to the place conform'd

per and in nature, will receive

ar the fierce heat, and void of pain;

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orror will grow mild, this darkness light; 220
what hope the never ending flight
are days may bring, what chance, what change
waiting; since our present lot appears

ppy though but ill, for ill not worst,
procure not to ourselves more woe.

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is Belial, with words clothed in reason's garb,
el'd ignoble ease, and peaceful sloth,
eace: And after him thus Mammon spake.

Either to disenthrone the King of Heaven We war, if war be best, or to regain Our own right lost: Him to unthrone we then May hope, when everlasting Fate shall yield 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 Within Heaven's bound, unless Heaven's Lordsupreme We overpower? 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 Strict laws imposed, to celebrate his throne With warbled hymns and to his Godhead sing Forced Hallelujahs: while he lordly sits Our envied Sov'reign, and his altar breathes Ambrosial odours and ambrosial flowers, Our servile offerings? This must be our task In Heaven, this our delight; how wearisome

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Eternity so spent, in worship paid

To whom we hate! Let us not then presume

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