Th' Omnipotent. Ay me, they little knowHow dearly I abide that boast so vaine,Under what torments inwardly I groane;While they adore me on the Throne of Hell,
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With Diadem and Scepter high advanc'dThe lower still I fall, onely SupreamIn miserie; such joy Ambition findes.But say I could repent and could obtaineBy Act of Grace my former state; how soonWould highth recal high thoughts, how soon unsayWhat feign'd submission swore: ease would recantVows made in pain, as violent and void.For never can true reconcilement growWhere wounds of deadly hate have peirc'd so deep:
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Which would but lead me to a worse relapseAnd heavier fall: so should I purchase deareShort intermission bought with double smart.This knows my punisher; therefore as farrFrom granting hee, as I from begging peace:All hope excluded thus, behold in steadOf us out-cast, exil'd, his new delight,Mankind created, and for him this World.So farwel Hope, and with Hope farwel Fear,Farwel Remorse: all Good to me is lost;
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Evil be thou my Good; by thee at leastDivided Empire with Heav'ns King I holdBy thee, and more then half perhaps will reigne;As Man ere long, and this new World shall know.Thus while he spake, each passion dimm'd his faceThrice chang'd with pale, ire, envie and despair,Which marrd his borrow'd visage, and betraidHim counterfet, if any eye beheld.For heav'nly mindes from such distempers fouleAre ever cleer. Whereof hee soon aware,
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Each perturbation smooth'd with outward calme,Artificer of fraud; and was the firstThat practisd falshood under saintly shew,Deep malice to conceale, couch't with revenge:Yet not anough had practisd to deceiveUriel once warnd; whose eye pursu'd him downThe way he went, and on th' Assyrian mountSaw him disfigur'd, more then could befallSpirit of happie sort: his gestures fierceHe markd and mad demeanour, then alone,
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As he suppos'd, all unobserv'd, unseen.So on he fares, and to the border comesOf Eden, where delicious Paradise,Now nearer, Crowns with her enclosure green,As with a rural mound the champain headOf a steep wilderness, whose hairie sidesWith thicket overgrown, grottesque and wilde,Access deni'd; and over head up grewInsuperable highth of loftiest shade,Cedar, and Pine, and Firr, and branching Palm,
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A Silvan Scene, and as the ranks ascendShade above shade, a woodie TheatreOf stateliest view. Yet higher then thir topsThe verdurous wall of Paradise up sprung:Which to our general Sire gave prospect largeInto his neather Empire neighbouring round.And higher then that Wall a circling rowOf goodliest Trees loaden with fairest Fruit,Blossoms and Fruits at once of golden hueAppeerd, with gay enameld colours mixt: