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THE

FOURTH BOOK

OF

PARADISE LOST.

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Satan now in prospect of Eden, and nigh the place

where he must now attempt the bold enterprize which be undertook alone against God and Man, falls into many doubts with himself, and many pas

sions, fear, envy, and despair; but at length confirms himself in evil, journeys on to Paradise, whose outward prospect and situation is described, overleaps the bounds, sits in the shape of a cormorant on the Tree of Life, as highest in the garden, to look about him. The garden described ; Satan's first sight of Adam and Eve; bis wonder at their excellent foron and happy state, but with resolution to work their fall; overbears their discourse, thence gathers that the Tree of Knowledge was forbidden them to eat of, under penalty of Deatb; and thereon intends to found his temptation, by seducing them to transgress ; tben leaves them a while, to know further of their state by some other means. Mean while Uriel, descending on a sun-beam, warns Gabriel,wbo bad in charge the gate of Paradise, that some evil Spirit bad escaped the deep, and passed at noon by bis sphere in the shape of a good Angel down to Paradise, discovered after by his furious gestures in the Mount. Gabriel promises to find him ere morning. Night coming on, Adam and Eve discourse of going to their rest : their bower described; their evening worship. Gabriel drawing forth his bands of night-watch to walk the round of Paradise, appoints two strong Angels to Adam's bower, lest the evil Spirit should be there doing some barm to Adam or Eve sleeping ; there they find bim at the ear of Eve, tempting her in a dream, and bring bim, though unwilling, to Gabriel; by whom questioned, he scornfully answers, prepares resistance, but hindered by a sign from Heaven, flies out of Paradise.

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FOR that warning voice, which he who saw

Th’Apocalypse heard cry in Heav'n aloud,
Then when the Dragon, put to second rout,
Came furious down to be reveng'd on men,
“ Woe to th’inhabitants on earth !” that now,5
While time was, our first parents had been warn'd
The coming of their secret foe, and ’scap'd,
Haply so 'scap'd his mortal snare: for now
Satan, now first inflam'd with rage, came down,
The tempter ere th'accuser of mankind,
To wreck on innocent frail man his loss
Of that first battle, and his flight to Hell :
Yet not rejoicing in his speed, though bold
Far off and fearless, nor with cause to boast,
Begins his dire attempt, which nigh the birth 15
Now rolling, boils in his tumultuous breast,
And, like a dev'lish engine, back recoils
Upon himself: horror and doubt distract

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His troubl’d thoughts, and from the bottom stir
The Hell within him ; for within him Hell 20
He brings, and round about him; nor from Hell
One step no more than from himself can fly
By change of place: now Conscience wakes Despair
That slumber'd, wakes the bitter memory
Of what he was, what is, and what must be 25
Worse ; of worse deeds worse suff'rings must

ensue.
Sometimes tow'rds Eden, which now in his view
Lay pleasant, his griev'd look he fixes sad;
Sometimestow’rds Heav'n and the full-blazing Sun,
Which now sat high in his meridian tow'r: 30
Then much revolving, thus in sighs began:

O thou that with surpassing glory crown'd,
Look'st from thy sole dominion like the God
Of this new world ; at whose sight all the stars
Hide their diminish'd heads; to thee I call, 35
But with no friendly voice, and add thy name,
O Sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams,
That bring to my remembrance from what state
I fell, how glorious once above thy sphere;
Till pride and worse ambition threw me down 40
Warring in Heav'n against Heav'n's matchless

King.
Ah wherefore! he deserv'd no such return
From me, whom he created what I was
In that bright eminence, and with his good
Upbraided none; nor was his service hard.

45 What could be less than to afford him praise,

at once

The easiest recompense,

and
pay

him thanks,
How due! yet all his good prov'd ill in me,
And wrought but malice; lifted up so high,
I sdeign'd subjection, and thought one step higher
Would set me high’st, and in a moment quit 51
The debt immense of endless gratitude,
So burdensome still paying, still to owe,
Forgetful what from Him I still receiv’d,
And understood not that a grateful mind 55
By owing owes not, but still

pays,
Indebted and discharg’d: what burden then?
O had his pow’rful destiny ordain'd
Me some inferior Angel, I had stood
Then happy; no unbounded hope had rais'd 60
Ambition. Yet, why not? some other Pow'r
As great might have aspir’d, and me, tho' mean, ,
Drawn to his part; but other Pow’rs as great
Fell not, but stand unshaken, from within
Or from without, to all temptations arm’d. 65
Hadst thou the same free will and pow'r to stand?
Thou hadst. Whom hast thou then or what to

'cuse,
But Heav’n’s free love dealt equally to all ?
Be then his love accurs'd, since love or hate,
To me alike, it deals eternal woe.

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Nay, curs'd be thou; since against his thy will
Chose freely what it now so justly rues.
Me miserable! which way shall I fly
Infinite wrath, and infinite despair ?
Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell ; 75

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