Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve Books

Adam afcend againſt alſo Angel appear'd arm'd beaſt beft behold beſt blifs bright call'd Cherubim darkneſs death deep defire delight divine earth elfe erft eternal evil eyes facred fafe faid fair feat feek feem'd feems fhall fide fight fince fire firft firſt fleep fome fons foon foul fpake fruit ftill ftood fuch fweet glory hath Heav'n heav'nly Hell hill himſelf hoft juft juſt king laft laſt lefs light loft moſt muft muſt night o'er pain Paradife PARADISE LOST pleas'd pleaſant pleaſure pow'r praiſe rais'd reaſon reft reply'd return'd rife rofe round Satan ſeems Serpent ſhall ſhape ſhould ſpeed Spirits ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtill ſtood ſuch ſweet tafte taſte thee thefe themſelves thence theſe thine things thofe thoſe thou thoughts throne tree turn'd vex'd whofe whoſe wings worfe worſe