How due! yet all his good provd ill in me,

Sometimes towards Heavn and the full-blazing Sun,

Ah wherefore! he deservd no such return

Of that first Battel, and his flight to Hell:

Upon himself; horror and doubt distract

In that bright eminence, and with his good

Worse; of worse deeds worse sufferings must ensue.

What could be less then to afford him praise,

Haply so scapd his mortal snare; for now

Indebted and dischargd; w99lib•nethat burden then?

Upbraided none; nor was his service hard. [ 45 ]

By change of place: Now conscience wakes despair

Hide thir diminisht heads; to thee I call, [ 35 ]

The easiest recompence, and pay him thanks,

Warring in Heavn against Heavns matchless King:

Forgetful what from him I still receivd,

Then much revolving, thus in sighs began.

That bring to my remembrance from what state

Sometimes towards Eden 九九藏书网which now in his view

While time was, our first-Parents had bin warnd

And wrought but malice; lifted up so high

Satan, now first inflamd with rage, came down,

The debt immense of endless gratitude,

Came furious down to be revengd on men,

Till Pride and worse Ambition threw me down [ 40 ]

O Sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams

So burthensome, still paying, still to ow;

The Tempter ere th Accuser of man-kind, [ 10 ]

Whic九九藏书h now sat high in his Meridian Towre: [ 30 ]

To wreck on innocent frail man his loss

Then when the Dragon, put to second rout,

But with no friendly voice, and add thy name

Yet not rejoycing in his speed, though bold,

One step no more then from himself can fly

Far off and fearless, nor with cause to boast,

And like a devillish Engine back recoiles

Would set me highest, and in a moment quit

Th Apocalyps, heard cry in Heaven a九*九*藏*书*网loud,

His troubld thoughts, and from the bottom stirr

That slumberd, wakes the bitter memorie

Lookst from thy sole Dominion like the God

The coming of thir secret foe, and scapd

The Hell within him, for within him Hell [ 20 ]

And understood not that a grateful mind [ 55 ]

Wo to the inhabitants on Earth! that now, [ 5 ]

By owing owes not, but still pays, at once

I sdeind subjection, and thought one step higher [ 50 ]

From me, who９9ｌib•ｎeｔm he created what I was

Now rowling, boiles in his tumultuous brest,

I fell, how glorious once above thy Spheare;

Lay pleasant, his grievd look he fixes sad,

O thou that with surpassing Glory crownd,

Of what he was, what is, and what must be [ 25 ]

He brings, and round about him, nor from Hell

Begins his dire attempt, which nigh the birth [ 15 ]

Of this new World; at whose sight all the Starrs

O For that warning voice, which he who saw