Thy self though great & glorious dost thou count,Or all Angelic Nature joind in one,Equal to him begotten Son, by whomAs by his Word the mighty Father madeAll things, ev'n thee, and all the Spirits of Heav'nBy him created in thir bright degrees,Crownd them with Glory, & to thir Glory nam'dThrones, Dominations, Princedoms, Vertues, PowersEssential Powers, nor by his Reign obscur'd,But more illustrious made, since he the Head
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One of our number thus reduc't becomes,His Laws our Laws, all honour to him doneReturns our own. Cease then this impious rage,And tempt not these; but hast'n to appeaseTh' incensed Father, and th' incensed Son,While Pardon may be found in time besought.So spake the fervent Angel, but his zealeNone seconded, as out of season judg'd,Or singular and rash, whereat rejoic'dTh' Apostat, and more haughty thus repli'd.
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That we were formd then saist thou? & the workOf secondarie hands, by task transferdFrom Father to his Son? strange point and new!Doctrin which we would know whence learnt: who sawWhen this creation was? rememberst thouThy making, while the Maker gave thee being?We know no time when we were not as now;Know none before us, self-begot, self-rais'dBy our own quick'ning power, when fatal courseHad circl'd his full Orbe, the birth mature
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Of this our native Heav'n, Ethereal Sons.Our puissance is our own, our own right handShall teach us highest deeds, by proof to tryWho is our equal: then thou shalt beholdWhether by supplication we intendAddress, and to begirt th' Almighty ThroneBeseeching or besieging. This report,These tidings carrie to th' anointed King;And fly, ere evil intercept thy flight.He said, and as the sound of waters deep
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Hoarce murmur echo'd to his words applauseThrough the infinite Host, nor less for thatThe flaming Seraph fearless, though aloneEncompass'd round with foes, thus answerd bold.O alienate from God, O spirit accurst,Forsak'n of all good; I see thy fallDetermind, and thy hapless crew involv'dIn this perfidious fraud, contagion spredBoth of thy crime and punishment: henceforthNo more be troubl'd how to quit the yoke
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Of Gods Messiah; those indulgent LawsWill not be now voutsaf't, other DecreesAgainst thee are gon forth without recall;That Golden Scepter which thou didst rejectIs now an Iron Rod to bruise and breakeThy disobedience. Well thou didst advise,Yet not for thy advise or threats I flyThese wicked Tents devoted, least the wrauthImpendent, raging into sudden flameDistinguish not: for soon expect to feel