Ambitious Spirit, and wouldst be thought my God, And ftorm'ft refus'd, thinking to terrify
Me to thy will; defift, thou art discern'd And toil'ft in vain, nor me in vain moleft.
To whom the Fiend now fwoln with rage reply'd.
Then hear, O Son of David, Virgin-born;
For Son of God to me is yet in doubt:
Of the Meffiah I have heard foretold By all the Prophets; of thy birth at length Announc'd by Gabriel with the first I knew, And of th' angelic fong in Bethlehem field, On thy birth-night, that fung thee Saviour born.
From that time seldom have I ceas'd to eye Thy infancy, thy childhood, and thy youth, Thy manhood last, though yet in private bred; Till at the ford of Jordan whither all Flock'd to the Baptist, I among the rest,
Though not to be baptiz'd, by voice from Heaven Heard thee pronounc'd the Son of God belov'd. Thenceforth I thought thee worth my nearer view And narrower scrutiny, that I might learn In what degree or meaning thou art call'd The Son of God, which bears no single sense; The Son of God I also am, or was,
And if I was, I am; relation ftands;
All men are Sons of God; yet thee I thought 520 In some respect far higher so declar'd.
Therefore I watch'd thy footsteps from that hour,
And follow'd thee ftill on to this wafte wild;
Where by all beft conjectures I collect
Thou art to be my fatal enemy.
Good reason then, if I before-hand seek To understand my adversary, who
And what he is; his wisdom, pow'r, intent; By parl, or composition, truce, or league
To win him, or win from him what I can. And opportunity I here have had
To try thee, fift thee, and confess have found thee Proof against all temptation, as a rock
Of adamant, and as a center, firm,
To th' utmost of mere man both wife and good, 535 Not more; for honors, riches, kingdoms, glory Have been before contemn'd, and may again: Therefore to know what more thou art than man, Worth naming Son of God by voice from Heaven, Another method I must now begin.
So fay'ing he caught him up, and without wing Of hippogrif bore through the air fublime Over the wilderness and o'er the plain; Till underneath them fair Jerusalem, The holy city lifted high her towers, And higher yet the glorious temple rear'd Her pile, far off appearing like a mount Of alabafter, topt with golden fpires: There on the highest pinnacle he set
The Son of God, and added thus in scorn.
There ftand, if thou wilt stand; to stand upright Will ask thee skill; I to thy Father's house Have brought thee', and highest plac'd, highest is best, Now show thy progeny; if not to stand, Cast thyself down; fafely, if Son of God: For it is written, He will give command Concerning thee to his Angels, in their hands They fhall up lift thee, left at any time
Thou chance to dash thy foot against a stone. To whom thus Jefus; Alfo it is written, Tempt not the Lord thy God: he said and ftood: But Satan fmitten with amazement fell. As when earth's fon Antæus (to compare Small things with greatest) in Irassa strove With Jove's Alcides, and oft foil'd still rofe, Receiving from his mother earth new strength, Fresh from his fall, and fiercer grapple join'd, Throttled at length in th' air, expir'd and fell; So after many a foil the Tempter proud, Renewing fresh assaults, amidst his pride Fell whence he ftood 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 spite Caft herself headlong from th' Ifmenian fteep; 575 So ftruck with dread and anguish fell the Fiend, And to his crew, that fat confulting, brought Joyless triumphals of his hop'd fuccess,
Ruin, and defperation, and dismay,
Who durft so proudly tempt the Son of God. 580 So Satan fell; and ftrait a fiery globe
Of Angels on full fail of wing flew nigh,
Who on their plumy vans receiv'd him soft From his uneafy station, and upbore
As on a floting couch through the blithe air, Then in a flow'ry valley fet him down On a green bank, and set before him spread A table of celeftial food, divine, Ambrofial fruits, fetch'd 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 ought hunger had impair'd, Or thirft; and as he fed, angelic quires Sung heav'nly anthems of his victory Over temptation, and the Tempter proud.
True Image of the Father, whether thron'd In the bofom of bliss, and light of light Conceiving, or remote from Heav'n, infhrin'd In fleshly tabernacle, and human form, Wand'ring the wilderness, whatever place, Habit, or state, or motion, still expressing The Son of God, with God-like force indued Against th' attempter of thy Father's throne, And thief of Paradise; him long of old
Thou didst debel, and down from Heaven cast 605 With all his army, now thou hast aveng'd
Supplanted Adam, and by vanquishing Temptation, haft regain'd loft Paradise; And fruftrated the conquest fraudulent: He never more henceforth will dare fet foot In Paradise to tempt; his fnares are broke: For though that seat of earthly bliss be fail'd, A fairer Paradife is founded now
For Adam and his chosen sons, whom thou
A Saviour art come down to re-install
Where they shall dwell secure, when time shall be,
Of Tempter and temptation without fear.
But thou, infernal Serpent, fhalt not long Rule in the clouds; like an autumnal star
Or lightning thou fhalt fall from Heav'n, trod down. Under his feet: for proof, ere this thou feel'st Thy wound, yet not thy laft and deadliest wound, By this repulse receiv'd, and hold'st in Hell No triumph; in all her gates Abaddon rues Thy bold attempt; hereafter learn with awe To dread the Son of God: he all unarm'd Shall chace thee with the terror of his voice From thy demoniac holds, poffeffion foul, Thee and thy legions; yelling they shall fly, And beg to hide them in a herd of fwine, Left he command them down into the deep Bound, and to torment fent before their time. Hail Son of the most High, heir of both worlds, Queller of Satan, on thy glorious work F 4
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