Paradise Lost. A Poem, in Twelve Books. The Author John Milton. From the Text of Thomas Newton D. D.

Adam againſt alſo Angels anſwer appear'd battel beaſt behold beſt bliſs call'd cauſe Coll courſe darkneſs death Defenſe defire divine earth eaſe elſe Eſq evil eyes faid fair fays fecond fhall fide fight fince firft firſt fome fons foon foul fpake fruit ftill fuch glory haſt hath Heav'n heav'nly Hell himſelf houſe John juſt King laft laſt leaſt lefs leſs loft loſe Milton moſt muſt night Oxon Paradiſe PARADISE LOST pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe preſent publiſhed purſued reaſon reply'd reſt return'd riſe roſe Satan ſaw ſay ſea ſee ſeek ſeem'd ſeems ſenſe Serjeant at arms ſet Setts ſeveral ſhall ſhape ſhe ſhould ſhow ſome ſpake Spirits ſpread ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtill ſtood ſuch ſweet taſte thee themſelves thence theſe things thoſe thou thought thouſand throne thyſelf tree turn'd uſe whoſe wings worſe