What can be then less in me than desire

To see thee and approach thee, whom I know
Declared the Son of God, to hear attent
Thy wisdom, and behold thy god-like deeds?
Men generally think me much a foe

To all mankind: why should I? they to me
Never did wrong or violence; by them
I lost not what I lost, rather by them

I gain'd what I have gain'd, and with them dwell,
Copartner in these regions of the world,
If not disposer; lend them oft my aid,
Oft my advice by presages and signs,
And answers, oracles, portents, and dreams,
Whereby they may direct their future life.
Envy they say excites me, thus to gain
Companions of my misery and woe.

At first it may be; but, long since with woe
Nearer acquainted, now I feel, by proof,
That fellowship in pain divides not smart,
Nor lightens aught each man's peculiar load.
Small consolation then, were man adjoin'd;
This wounds me most, (what can it less?) that man,
Man fallen shall be restored, I never more."
To whom our Saviour sternly thus replied;
Deservedly thou grievest, composed of lies
From the beginning, and in lies wilt end;

Who boast'st release from hell, and leave to come
Into the Heaven of Heavens. Thou comest indeed,
As a poor miserable captive thrall

Comes to the place where he before had sat
Among the prime in splendor, now deposed,
Ejected, emptied, gazed, unpitied, shunn'd,
A spectacle of ruin, or of scorn

To all the host of heaven. The happy place

Imparts to thee no happiness, no joy;
Rather inflames thy torment; representing
Lost bliss, to thee no more communicable,
So never more in hell than when in heaven.
But thou art serviceable to Heaven's King.
Wilt thou impute to' obedience what thy fear
Extorts, or pleasure to do ill excites?

What but thy malice moved thee to misdeem
Of righteous Job, then cruelly to' afflict him.
With all inflictions? but his patience won,
The' other service was thy chosen task,
To be a liar in four hundred mouths;
For lying is thy sustenance, thy food.
Yet thou pretend'st to truth: all oracles
By thee are given, and what confess'd more true
Among the nations? that hath been thy craft,
By mixing somewhat true to vent more lies.
But what have been thy answers, what but dark,
Ambiguous, and with double sense deluding:
Which they who ask'd have seldom understood;
And not well understood as good not known?
Who ever by consulting at thy shrine
Return'd the wiser, or the more instruct,
To fly or follow what concern'd him most,
And run not sooner to his fatal snare?
For God hath justly given the nations up
To thy delusions; justly, since they fell
Idolatrous: but, when his purpose is
Among them to declare his providence

To thee not known, whence hast thou then thy truth,
But from him, or his angels president

In every province, who, themselves disdaining To' approach thy temples, give thee in command What, to the smallest tittle, thou shalt say

To thy adorers? Thou, with trembling fear,
Or like a fawning parasite, obey'st:
Then to thyself ascribest the truth foretold.
But this thy glory shall be soon retrench'd ;
No more shalt thou by oracling abuse
The Gentiles: henceforth oracles are ceased,
And thou no more with pomp and sacrifice
Shalt be inquired at Delphos, or elsewhere;
At least in vain, for they shall find thee mute,
God hath now sent his living oracle

Into the world to teach his final will,

And sends his Spirit of truth henceforth to dwell In pious hearts, an inward oracle

To all truth requisite for men to know."

So spake our Saviour; but the subtle Fiend, Though inly stung with anger and disdain, Dissembled, and this answer smooth return'd: "Sharply thou hast insisted on rebuke,

Where

And urged me hard with doings, which not will
But misery hath wrested from me.
Easily canst thou find one miserable,
And not enforced oft-times to part from truth,
If it may stand him more in stead to lie,
Say and unsay, feign, flatter, or abjure?
But thou art placed above me, thou art Lord;
From thee I can, and must submiss, endure
Check or reproof, and glad to 'scape so quit.
Hard are the ways of truth, and rough to walk,
Smooth on the tongue discoursed, pieasing to the'
And tunable as silvan pipe or song;
What wonder then if I delight to hear

[ear,

Her dictates from thy mouth? Most men admire
Virtue, who follow not her lore: permit me
To hear thee when I come (since no man comes),

And talk at least, though I despair to' attain.
Thy Father, who is holy, wise, and pure,
Suffers the hypocrite or atheous priest
To tread his sacred courts, and minister
About his altar, handling holy things,
Praying or vowing; and vouchsafed his voice
To Balaam reprobate, a prophet yet
Inspired: disdain not such access to me.”

To whom our Saviour, with unalter'd brow:
"Thy coming hither, though I know thy scope,
I bid not, or forbid : do as thou find'st
Permission from above; thou canst not more."
He added not; and Satan, bowing low
His grey dissimulation, disappear'd
Into thin air diffused: for now began

Night with her sullen wings to double-shade
The desert: fowls in their clay nests were couch'd;
And now wild beasts came forth the woods to roam.

END OF BOOK I.

BOOK II.

The Argument.

The disciples of Jesus, uneasy at his long absence, reason amongst themselves concerning it. Mary also gives vent to her maternal anxiety in the expression of which she recapitulates many circumstances respecting the birth and early life of her Son-Satan again meets his Infernal Council, reports the bad success of his first temptation of our Blessed Lord, and calls upon them for counsel and assistance. Belial proposes the tempting of Jesus with women. Satan rebukes Belial for his dissoluteness, charging on him all the profligacy of that kind ascribed by the poets to the Heathen Gods, and rejects his proposal as in no respect likely to succeed. Satan then suggests other modes of temptation, particularly proposing to avail himself of the circumstance of our Lord's hungering; and, taking a band of chosen Spirits with him, returns to resume his enterprise.-Jesus hungers in the desert.-Night comes on; the manner in which our Saviour passes the night is described.-Morning advances.-Satan again appears to Jesus, and, after expressing wonder that he should be so entirely neglected in the wilderness, where others had been miraculously fed, tempts him with a sumptuous banquet of the most luxurious kind. This he rejects, and the banquet vanishes.-Satan, finding our Lord not to be assailed on the ground of appetite, tempts him again by offering him riches, as the means of acquiring power. This Jesus also rejects, producing many instances of great actions performed by persons under virtuous poverty, and specifying the danger of riches, and the cares and pains inseparable from power and greatness.

MEANWHILE the new-baptized, who yet remain'd
At Jordan with the Baptist, and had seen
Him whom they heard so late expressly call'd
Jesus Messiah, Son of God declared,