Receiving from his mother Earth new strength,
Fresh from his fall, and fiercer grapple joyn'd,
Throttl'd at length in the Air, expir'd and fell;
So after many a foil the Tempter proud,
Renewing fresh affaults, amidst his pride
Fell whence he stood to fee his Victor fall.
And as that Theban Monster that propos'd
Her riddle, and him, who folv'd it not, devour'd;
That once found out and folv'd, for grief and spight
Caft her felf headlong from th' Ifmenian steep,
So ftrook with dread and anguifh fell the Fiend,
And to his crew, that fat confulting, brought
Joylefs triumphals of his hop't fuccefs,
Ruin, and defperation, and difmay,
Who durft so proudly tempt the Son of God.
So Satan fell and strait a fiery Globe
Of Angels on full fail of wing flew nigh,
Who on their plumy Vans receiv'd him soft
From his uneafie station, and upbore
As on a floating couch through the blithe Air,
Then in a flowry valley set him down
On a green bank, and set before him fpred
A table of Celestial Food, Divine,
Ambrofial, Fruits fetcht from the tree of life,
And from the fount of life Ambrofial drink,
That foon refresh'd him wearied, and repair'd
What hunger, if aught hunger had impair'd,
Or thirst, and as he fed, Angelic Quires
Sung Heavenly Anthems of his victory
Over temptation, and the Tempter proud.
True Image of the Father whether thron'd
In the bofom of blifs, and light of light