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And thou sy hypocrite, who now wouldīt seem
Patron of liberty, who more than thou
Once fawn’d, and cring'd : and servilly ador'd
Heav'n's awful monarch? wherefore but in hope
To dispossess him, and thyself to reigne?
But mark what I arreede thee now, avaunt ;
Flie thither whence thou fedit: if from this houre
Within these hallow'd limits thou appeer,
Back to th’infernal pit I drag thee chain'd,
And seale thee fo, as henceforth not to scorne
The facil gates of hell too Nightly barr’d.
So threatn'd he, but Satan to no threats
Gave heed, but waxing more in rage repli'd.

Then when I am thy captive talk of chains,
Proud limitarie cherube but ere then
Far heavier load thyself expect to feel
From my prevailing arm, though heaven's king
Ride on thy wings, and thou with thy compeers,
Us’d to the yoak, draw'ft his triumphant wheels
In progress through the road of heav'n star-pav’d.

While thus he spake, th’angelic squadron bright Turn'd fierie red, sharpning in mooned hornes Their phalanx, and began to hemm him round With ported spears, as thick as when a field Of Ceres ripe for harvest waving bends Her bearded grove of ears, which way the wind Sways them; the careful plowman doubting stands Left on the threshing floore his hopeful shaves Prove chaff. On th'other side Satan alarm'd Collecting all his might dilated stood, Like Teneriff or Atlas unremov'd ;

His ftature reacht the skie, and on his crest
Sat horror plum'd ; nor wanted in his graspe
What seem'd both spear and shield: now dreadful deeds
Might have ensu’d, nor onely Paradise
In this commotion, but the starrie cope
Of heav'n perhaps, or all the elements
At least had gone to rack, disturb'd and torn
With violence of this conflict, had not soon
Th’Eternal to prevent such horrid fray
Hung forth in heav'n his golden scales, yet seen
Betwixt Astrea and the Scorpion fign,
Wherein all things created first he weigh’d,
The pendulous round earth with ballanc't aire
In counterpoise, now ponders all events,
Battles and realms : in these he put two weights,
The sequel each of parting and of fight;
The latter quick up flew, and kickt the beam ;
Which Gabriel spying, thus bespake the fiend.

Satan, I know thy strength, and thou knowst mine,
Neither our own but giv'n ; what follie then
To boast what arms can do, since thine no more
Then heav'n permits, nor mine, though doubl’d now
To trample thee as mire : for proof look up,
And read thy lot in yon celestial sign
Where thou art weigh'd, and hown how light,how weak,
If thou refift. The fiend lookt up and knew
His mounted scale aloft : nor more; but fied
Murmuring, and with him fled the shades of night.

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The End of the Fourth Book,

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Tow Morn her rosie steps in th'eastern clime

Advancing, sow'd the earth with orient pearle,
When Adam wak't, fo custom'd, for his neep
Was aerie light, from pure digestion bred,
And temperat vapours bland, which th' only found
Of leaves and fuming rills, Aurora's fan,
Lightly dispers’d, and the thrill matin song
Of birds on every bough ; so much the more
His wonder was to find unwak’nd Eve
With tresses discompos'd, and glowing cheek,
As through unquiet rest : he on his side
Leaning half rais'd, with looks of cordial love
Hung over her enamour'd, and beheld
Beautie, which whether waking or anleep,
Shot forth peculiar graces ; then with voice
Milde, as when Zephyrus on Flora breathes,
Her hand soft touching, whisper'd thus. Awake
My faireft, my espous'd, my latest found,
Heav'n's last best gift, my ever new delight,
Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field
Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring
Our tended plants, how blows the citron grove,
What drops the myrrhe, and what the balmie reed,
How nature paints her colours, how the bee
Sits on the bloom extracting liquid sweet.

Such whisp'ring wak'd her, but with startsd eye
On Adam, whom imbracing, thus the fpake.

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O fole in whom my thoughts find all repose,
My glorie, my perfection, glad I see
Thy face, and morn return'd, for I this night,
Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream'd,
If dream'd, not as I oft am wont, of thee,
Works of day páft, or morrow's next design,
But of offence and trouble, which my mind.
Knew never 'till this irksome night ; methought
Close at mine eår one callid me forth to walk
With gentle voice, 'I thought it thine ; it said,
Why sleepft thou Eve? now is the pleasant time,
The cool, 'the silent, save where silence yields
To the night-warbling bird, that now awake
Tunes sweetést his tove-labord song; now reignes
Full orb'd the moon, and with more pleasing light
Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain,
If none regard ; 'Heav'n wakes with all his eyes,
Whom to behold but thee, nature's desire,
In whose light all things joy, with ravihntent
Attracted by thy beauty Till to.gaze.
I rose as at thy call, bút found thee not;
To find thee'I 'directed then my walk ;
And on, methought, alone I pass’d through wayes
That brought me on a sudden' to the tree
Of interdicted knowledge : fair it seem'd,
Much fairer to my fancie then by day :
And as I wondring' lookt, beside it stood
One'fhapd and wing'd like one of those from heav'n
By us oft seen; his dewie locks distilld
Ambrosia ; on that tree' he also gaz'd ;
And o fair plant, faid he, with fruit surcharg'd,


Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet,
Nor God, nor man; is knowledge so despis’d?
Or envie, or what reserve forbids to taste ?
Forbid who will, none Tall from me withhold
Longer thy offer'd good, why else set here?
This faid he paus'd not, but with ventrous arm
He pluckt, he tasted; mee damp horror chill'd
At such bold words voucht with a deed so bold:
But he thus overjoy'd, o fruit divine,
Sweet of thyself but much more sweet thus cropt,
Forbidd’n here, it seems, as onely fit
For Gods, yet able to make Gods of men :
And why not Gods of men, since good, the more
Communicated, more abundunt growes,
The author not impair'd, but honour'd more?
Here, happie creature, fair angelic Eve,
Partake thou also; happie though thou art,
Happier thou mayst be, worthier canft not be :
Taste this, and be henceforth among the gods
Thyself a goddels, not to earth confin’d,
But sometimes in the air, as we, sometimes
Ascend to heav'n, by merit thine, and see
What life the gods live there, and such live thou.
So saying, he drew nigh, and to me held,
Even to my mouth of that same fruit held part
Which he had pluckt; the pleasant favourie smell
So quick’n’d appetite, that I, methought,
Could not but taste. Forthwith up to the clouds
With him I few, and underneath beheld
The earth outstretcht immense, a prospect wide
And various ; wondring at my fight and change

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