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Confufion heard his voice, and wild Uproar Stood ruld, stood vast infinitude confin'd; Till at his second bidding darkness Aed, Light shon, and order from disorder sprung: Swift to their several quarters hasted then The cumbrous elements, earth, food, air, fire, And this ethereal quintessence of heav'n Flew upward, fpirited with various forms, That rowlod orbicular, and turn'd to starts Numberless, as thou feeft, and how they move; Each had his place appointed, each his course, The rest in circuit walles this universe. Look downward on that globe whose hither side With light from hence, though but reflected, shines ; That place is earth the seat of man, that light His day, which else as th’other hemisphere Night would invade, but there the neighbouring moon (So call that opposite fair starr) her aide Timely interposes, and her monthly round Still ending, still renewing through mid heav'n, With borrow'd light her countenance triform Hence fills and empties to enlighten the earth, And in her pale dominion checks the night. That spot to which I point is Paradise, Adam's abode, those loftie shades his bowre. Thy way thou canst not miss, me mine requires.
Thus said, he turn'd, and Satan bowing low, As to superior fpirits is wont in heav'n,
Where honour due and reverence none neglects, · Took leave, and toward the coast of earth beneath,
Down from th’ecliptic, sped with hop'd success,
Throws his steep Aight in many an aerie wheele, Nor staid, till on Niphates top he lights.
The End of the Third Book.
n For that warning voice, which he who saw
U Th’Apocalyps, heard cry in heaven aloud, Then when the dragon, put to second rout, Came furious down to be reveng'd on men, “ Woe to the inhabitants on earth!” that now, While time was, our first parents had been warn'd
The coming of their secret foe, and scap'd Haply fo scap'd his mortal snare ; for now Satan, now first inflam'd with rage, came down. The tempter ere th’accuser of mankind, To wreck on innocent frail man his loss Of that first battle, and his fight to hell : Yet not rejoicing in his speed, though bold, Far off and fearless, nor with cause to boalt, Begins his dire attempt, which nigh the birth Now rolling, boiles in his tumultuous breft, And like a devilish engine back recoiles Upon himself ; horror and doubt distract His troubled thoughts, and from the bottom stirr The hell within him, for within him hell He brings, and round about him, nor from hell One step no more then from himself can fly By change of place: now conscience wakes despair That number'd, wakes the bitter memorie Of what he was, what is, and what must be Worse ; of worse deeds worse fufferings must ensue,
Sometimes towards Eden which now in his view
O thou that with surpassing glory crown'd,
O had his powerful destiny ordain'd
Among the spirits beneath, whom I reduc'd
Th'Omnipotent. Ay me, they little know ? How dearly I abide that boast fo vain,
Under what torments inwardly I groane :