Came towring, armd in Adamant and Gold;Abdiel that sight endur'd not, where he stoodAmong the mightiest, bent on highest deeds,And thus his own undaunted heart explores.O Heav'n! that such resemblance of the HighestShould yet remain, where faith and realtieRemain not; wherfore should not strength & mightThere fail where Vertue fails, or weakest proveWhere boldest; though to sight unconquerable?His puissance, trusting in th' Almightie's aide,
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I mean to try, whose Reason I have tri'dUnsound and false; nor is it aught but just,That he who in debate of Truth hath won,Should win in Arms, in both disputes alikeVictor; though brutish that contest and foule,When Reason hath to deal with force, yet soMost reason is that Reason overcome.So pondering, and from his armed PeersForth stepping opposite, half way he metHis daring foe, at this prevention more
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Incens't, and thus securely him defi'd.Proud, art thou met? thy hope was to have reachtThe highth of thy aspiring unoppos'd,The Throne of God unguarded, and his sideAbandond at the terror of thy PowerOr potent tongue; fool, not to think how vainAgainst th' Omnipotent to rise in Arms;Who out of smallest things could without endHave rais'd incessant Armies to defeatThy folly; or with solitarie hand
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Reaching beyond all limit, at one blowUnaided could have finisht thee, and whelmdThy Legions under darkness; but thou seestAll are not of thy Train; there be who FaithPrefer, and Pietie to God, though thenTo thee not visible, when I aloneSeemd in thy World erroneous to dissentFrom all: my Sect thou seest, now learn too lateHow few somtimes may know, when thousands err.Whom the grand foe with scornful eye askance
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Thus answerd. Ill for thee, but in wisht houreOf my revenge, first sought for thou returnstFrom flight, seditious Angel, to receaveThy merited reward, the first assayOf this right hand provok't, since first that tongueInspir'd with contradiction durst opposeA third part of the Gods, in Synod metThir Deities to assert, who while they feelVigour Divine within them, can allowOmnipotence to none. But well thou comst
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Before thy fellows, ambitious to winFrom me som Plume, that thy success may showDestruction to the rest: this pause between(Unanswerd least thou boast) to let thee know;At first I thought that Libertie and Heav'nTo heav'nly Soules had bin all one; but nowI see that most through sloth had rather serve,Ministring Spirits, traind up in Feast and Song;Such hast thou arm'd, the Minstrelsie of Heav'n,Servilitie with freedom to contend,