Squat like a Toad, close at the eare of Eve; [ 800 ]

Vaine hopes, vaine aimes, inordinate desires

Blown up with high conceits ingendring pride.

Not to know mee argues your selves unknown, [ 830 ]

Hitherward bent (who could have thought?) escapd

Here watching at the head of these that sleep?

Think not, revolted Spirit, thy shape the same, [ 835 ]

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Yet thus, unmovd with fear, accost him soon.

Know ye not mee? ye knew me once no mate

Th animal spirits that from pure blood arise [ 805 ]

Why satst thou like an enemie in waite [ 825 ]

As when thou stoodst in Heavn upright and pure;

Or undiminisht brightness, to be known

So saying, on he led his radiant Files,

Discoverd and su

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Him thus intent Ithuriel with his Spear [ 810 ]

Comst thou, escapd thy prison, and transformd,

This Eevning from the Suns decline arrivd

At least distemperd, discontented thoughts,

Lights on a heap of nitrous Powder, laid [ 815 ]

Your message, like to end as much in vain?

The Organs of her Fancie, and with them forge

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Know ye not then said Satan, filld with scorn

Thy sin and place of doom obscure and foule. [ 840 ]

Who tells of som infernal Spirit seen

In search of whom they sought: him there they found

Why ask ye, and superfluous begin

Which of those rebell Spirits adjudgd to Hell

Of force to its own likeness: up he starts

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So started up in his own shape the Fiend.

Like gentle breaths from Rivers pure, thence raise

That Glorie then, when thou no more wast good,

With sudden blaze diffusd, inflames the Aire:

Back stept those two fair Angels half amazd [ 820 ]

Departed from thee, and thou resemblst now

Touch of Celestial temper, but returns

The lowest of your throng; or if ye know,

Illusions九九藏书 as he list, Phantasms and Dreams,

Touchd lightly; for no falshood can endure

The barrs of Hell, on errand bad no doubt: [ 795 ]

Against a rumord Warr, the Smuttie graine

For you, there sitting where ye durst not soare;

To whom thus Zephon, answering scorn with scorn.

So sudden to behold the grieslie King;

Or if, inspiring venom, he might taint

Assaying by his Devilish art to reach