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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 fit despair: We must exasperate
The Almighty Victor to spend all his rage,
And that must end us; that must be our cure,

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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,

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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,
Reserved, and destined to eternal woe;

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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.
What if the breath, that kindled those grim fires, 179
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
Iler 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 hur!'d
Each on his rock transfix'd, the sport and pray
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

All these our motions vain sees and derides;

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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

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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,

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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
Contending, and so doubtful what might fall.
(laugh, when those who at the spear are bold
And venturous, if that fail them, shrink and fear 205
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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Not mind us not offending, satisfied

With what is punish'd; whence these raging fixes
Will slacken, if his breath stir not their flames.

Our purer essence then will overcome
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;

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This horror will grow mild, this darkness light; 220
Besides what hope the never ending flight

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

Thus Belial, with words clothed in reason's garb,
Counsel'd ignoble ease, and peaceful sloth,
Not peace: 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

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Within Heaven's bound, unless Heaven's Lord su prome

We overpower? Suppose he should relent,

And publish grace to all, on promise made

Of new subjection; with what eyes could we

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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
Eternity so spent, in worship paid

so whom we hate! Let us not then presume

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By force impossible, by leave obtain'd
Unacceptable, though in Heaven, our state
Oi 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 nonc accountable, preferring
Iaia liberty before the easy yoke

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Of servile pomp. Our greatness will appear
Then most conspicuous, when great things of small,
Useful of hurtful, prosperous of adverse,

We can create; and in what place soe'er
Thrive under evil, and work ease out of pain,

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Through labour and endurance. This deep world
Of darkness do we dread? How oft amidst
Thick clouds and dark doth Heaven's all-ruling Sire
Choose to reside, his glory unobscured,

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And with the majesty of darkness round
Covers his throne; from whence deep thunders roar
Mustering their rage, and Heaven resembles Hell?
As he our darkness, cannot we his light
Imitate when we please? This desert soil
Wants not her hidden lustre, gems and gold;
Nor want we skill or art, from whence to raise
Magnificence; and what can Heaven show more?
Our torments also may in length of time
Become our elements; these piercing fires

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As soft as now severe, our temper changed

Into their temper; which must needs remove
The sensible of pain. All things invite

To peaceful counsels, and the settled state

Of order, how in safety best we may

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Compose our present cvils, with regard

Of what we are, and where; dismissing quite

All thoughts of war: Ye have what I advise.

He scarce had finish'd, when such murmur fill'd The assembly as when hollow rocks retain The sound of blustering winds, which all night long Wad roused the sea, now with hoarse cadlence lull

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Seafaring men o'erwatch'd, whose bark by chance,
Or pinnace, anchors in a craggy bay

After the tempest: Such applause was heard
As Mammon ended, and his sentence pleased,
Advising peace: for such another field

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They dreaded worse than Heli: so much the fear
Of thunder and the sword of Michael

Wrought still within them; and no less desire

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To found this nether empire, which might rise
By policy, and long process of time,

In emulation. opposite to Heaven.

Which when Beelzebub perceived, than whom
Satan except none higher sat, with grave
Aspect he rose, and in his rising seem'd
A pillar of state; deep on his front engraven
Deliberation sat, and public care;
And princely counsel in his face yet shone,
Majestic though in ruin: sage he stood
With Atlantean shoulders fit to bare

The weight of mightiest monarchies, his look
Drew audience and attention still as night

Or summer's noontide air, while thus he spako.

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Thrones and Imperial Powers, Offspring of Heaven, Ethereal Virtues! or these titles now

Must we renounce, and, changing style, be call'd
Princes of Hell! for so the popular vote

Inclines, here to continue, and build up here

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A growing empire; doubtless! while we dream, 315 And know not that the King of Heaven hath doom'd This place our dungeon; not our safe retreat

Beyond his potent arm, to live exempt

From Heaven's high jurisdiction, in new league

Banded against his throne, but to remain

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In strictest bondage, though thus far removed
Under the inevitable curb, reserved

His captive multitude: For he, be sure

In height or depth, still first and last will reign
Boe king, and of his kingdom lose no part

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