Satan exalted sat, by merit raised / To that bad eminence. |
Servant of God, well done, well hast thou fought The better fight, who single hast maintain'd Against revolted multitudes the Cause Of Truth, in word mightier than they in Arms; And for the testimony of Truth hast borne Universal reproach, far worse |
Servant of God, well done; well hast thou fought The better fight |
She fair, divinely fair, fit love for Gods. |
Since first this subject for heroic song / Pleased me long choosing, and beginning late. |
Sleep on, Blest pair; and O yet happiest if ye seek No happier state, and know to know no more |
So buxom, blithe, and debonair. |
So dear I love him that with him all deaths I could endure, without him live no life. |
So farewell Hope, and with Hope farewell Fear, Farewell Remorse: all Good to me is lost; Evil be thou my Good |
So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, / And yet anon repairs his drooping head, / And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore, / Flames in the forehead of the morning sky. |
So when the sun in bed, / Curtained with cloudy red, / Pillows his chin upon an orient wave. |
Sober, steadfast, and demure. |
Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; / The world was all before them, where to choose / Their place of rest, and Providence their guide: / They hand in hand with wandering steps and slow / Through Eden took their solitary way. |
Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy / In sceptred pall come sweeping by, / Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, / Or the tale of Troy divine. |
Squat like a toad, close at the ear of Eve. |