Lies through your spacious Empire up to light,
   Alone, and without guide, half lost, I seek
   What readiest path leads where your gloomie bounds
   Confine with Heav'n; or if som other place
   From your Dominion won, th' Ethereal King
   Possesses lately, thither to arrive
   I travel this profound, direct my course;
   Directed, no mean recompence it brings
   To your behoof, if I that Region lost,
   All usurpation thence expell'd, reduce
   To her original darkness and your sway
   (Which is my present journey) and once more
   Erect the Standerd there of ANCIENT NIGHT;
   Yours be th' advantage all, mine the revenge.
   Thus SATAN; and him thus the Anarch old
   With faultring speech and visage incompos'd
   Answer'd. I know thee, stranger, who thou art,
   That mighty leading Angel, who of late
   Made head against Heav'ns King, though overthrown.
   I saw and heard, for such a numerous host
   Fled not in silence through the frighted deep
   With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout,
   Confusion worse confounded; and Heav'n Gates
   Pourd out by millions her victorious Bands
   Pursuing. I upon my Frontieres here
   Keep residence; if all I can will serve,
   That little which is left so to defend
   Encroacht on still through our intestine broiles
   Weakning the Scepter of old Night: first Hell
   Your dungeon stretching far and wide beneath;
   Now lately Heaven and Earth, another World
   Hung ore my Realm, link'd in a golden Chain
   To that side Heav'n from whence your Legions fell:
   If that way be your walk, you have not farr;
   So much the neerer danger; goe and speed;
   Havock and spoil and ruin are my gain.
   He ceas'd; and SATAN staid not to reply,
   But glad that now his Sea should find a shore,
   With fresh alacritie and force renew'd
   Springs upward like a Pyramid of fire
   Into the wilde expanse, and through the shock
   Of fighting Elements, on all sides round
   Environ'd wins his way; harder beset
   And more endanger'd, then when ARGO pass'd
   Through BOSPORUS betwixt the justling Rocks:
   Or when ULYSSES on the Larbord shunnd
   CHARYBDIS, and by th' other whirlpool steard.
   So he with difficulty and labour hard
   Mov'd on, with difficulty and labour hee;
   But hee once past, soon after when man fell,
   Strange alteration! Sin and Death amain
   Following his track, such was the will of Heav'n,
   Pav'd after him a broad and beat'n way
   Over the dark Abyss, whose boiling Gulf
   Tamely endur'd a Bridge of wondrous length
   From Hell continu'd reaching th' utmost Orbe
   Of this frail World; by which the Spirits perverse
   With easie intercourse pass to and fro
   To tempt or punish mortals, except whom
   God and good Angels guard by special grace.
   But now at last the sacred influence
   Of light appears, and from the walls of Heav'n
   Shoots farr into the bosom of dim Night
   A glimmering dawn; here Nature first begins
   Her fardest verge, and CHAOS to retire
   As from her outmost works a brok'n foe
   With tumult less and with less hostile din,
   That SATAN with less toil, and now with ease
   Wafts on the calmer wave by dubious light
   And like a weather-beaten Vessel holds
   Gladly the Port, though Shrouds and Tackle torn;
   Or in the emptier waste, resembling Air,
   Weighs his spread wings, at leasure to behold
   Farr off th' Empyreal Heav'n, extended wide
   In circuit, undetermind square or round,
   With Opal Towrs and Battlements adorn'd
   Of living Saphire, once his native Seat;
   And fast by hanging in a golden Chain
   This pendant world, in bigness as a Starr
   Of smallest Magnitude close by the Moon.
   Thither full fraught with mischievous revenge,
   Accurst, and in a cursed hour he hies.

BOOK III

   HAil holy light, ofspring of Heav'n first-born,
   Or of th' Eternal Coeternal beam
   May I express thee unblam'd? since God is light,
   And never but in unapproached light
   Dwelt from Eternitie, dwelt then in thee,
   Bright effluence of bright essence increate.
   Or hear'st thou rather pure Ethereal stream,
   Whose Fountain who shall tell? before the Sun,
   Before the Heavens thou wert, and at the voice
   Of God, as with a Mantle didst invest
   The rising world of waters dark and deep,
   Won from the void and formless infinite.
   Thee I re-visit now with bolder wing,
   Escap't the STYGIAN Pool, though long detain'd
   In that obscure sojourn, while in my flight
   Through utter and through middle darkness borne
   With other notes then to th' ORPHEAN Lyre
   I sung of CHAOS and ETERNAL NIGHT,
   Taught by the heav'nly Muse to venture down
   The dark descent, and up to reascend,
   Though hard and rare: thee I revisit safe,
   And feel thy sovran vital Lamp; but thou
   Revisit'st not these eyes, that rowle in vain
   To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn;
   So thick a drop serene hath quencht thir Orbs,
   Or dim suffusion veild. Yet not the more
   Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt
   Cleer Spring, or shadie Grove, or Sunnie Hill,
   Smit with the love of sacred song; but chief
   Thee SION and the flowrie Brooks beneath
   That wash thy hallowd feet, and warbling flow,
   Nightly I visit: nor somtimes forget
   Those other two equal'd with me in Fate,
   So were I equal'd with them in renown,
   Blind THAMYRIS and blind MAEONIDES,
   And TIRESIAS and PHINEUS Prophets old.
   Then feed on thoughts, that voluntarie move
   Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful Bird
   Sings darkling, and in shadiest Covert hid
   Tunes her nocturnal Note. Thus with the Year
   Seasons return, but not to me returns
   Day, or the sweet approach of Ev'n or Morn,
   Or sight of vernal bloom, or Summers Rose,
   Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine;
   But cloud in stead, and ever-during dark
   Surrounds me, from the chearful waies of men
   Cut off, and for the book of knowledg fair
   Presented with a Universal blanc
   Of Natures works to mee expung'd and ras'd,
   And wisdome at one entrance quite shut out.
   So much the rather thou Celestial light
   Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers
   Irradiate, there plant eyes, all mist from thence
   Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell
   Of things invisible to mortal sight.
   Now had the Almighty Father from above,
   From the pure Empyrean where he sits
   High Thron'd above all highth, bent down his eye,
   His own works and their works at once to view:
   About him all the Sanctities of Heaven
   Stood thick as Starrs, and from his sight receiv'd
   Beatitude past utterance; on his right
   The radiant image of his Glory sat,
   His onely Son; On Earth he first beheld
   Our two first Parents, yet the onely two
   Of mankind, in the happie Garden plac't,
   Reaping immortal fruits of joy and love,
   Uninterrupted joy, unrivald love
   In blissful solitude; he then survey'd
   Hell and the Gulf between, and SATAN there
   Coasting the wall of Heav'n on this side Night
   In the dun Air sublime, and ready now
   To stoop with wearied wings, and willing feet
   On the bare outside of this World, that seem'd
   Firm land imbosom'd without Firmament,
   Uncertain which, in Ocean or in Air.
   Him God beholding from his prospect high,
   Wherein past, present, future he beholds,
   Thus to his onely Son foreseeing spake.
   Onely begotten Son, seest thou what rage
   Transports our adversarie, whom no bounds
   Prescrib'd, no barrs of Hell, nor all the chains
   Heapt on him there, nor yet the main Abyss
   Wide interrupt can hold; so bent he seems
   On desperat revenge, that shall redound
   Upon his own rebellious head. And now
   Through all restraint broke loose he wings his way
   Not farr off Heav'n, in the Precincts of light,
   Directly towards the new created World,
   And Man there plac't, with purpose to assay
   If him by force he can destroy, or worse,
   By som false guile pervert; and shall pervert;
   For man will heark'n to his glozing lyes,
   And easily transgress the sole Command,
   Sole pledge of his obedience: So will fall
   Hee and his faithless Progenie: whose fault?
   Whose but his own? ingrate, he had of mee
   All he could have; I made him just and right,
   Sufficient to have stood, though free to fall.
   Such I created all th' Ethereal Powers
   And Spirits, both them who stood & them who faild;
   Freely they stood who stood, and fell who fell.
   Not free, what proof could they have givn sincere
   Of true allegiance, constant Faith or Love,
   Where onely what they needs must do, appeard,
   Not what they would? what praise could they receive?
   What pleasure I from such obedience paid,
   When Will and Reason (Reason also is choice)
   Useless and vain, of freedom both despoild,
   Made passive both, had servd necessitie,
   Not mee. They therefore as to right belongd,
   So were created, nor can justly accuse
   Thir maker, or thir making, or thir Fate;
   As if Predestination over-rul'd
   Thir will, dispos'd by absolute Decree
   Or high foreknowledge; they themselves decreed
   Thir own revolt, not I: if I foreknew,
   Foreknowledge had no influence on their fault,
   Which had no less prov'd certain unforeknown.
   So without least impulse or shadow of Fate,
   Or aught by me immutablie foreseen,
   They trespass, Authors to themselves in all
   Both what they judge and what they choose; for so
   I formd them free, and free they must remain,
   Till they enthrall themselves: I else must change
   Thir nature, and revoke the high Decree
   Unchangeable, Eternal, which ordain'd
   Thir freedom, they themselves ordain'd thir fall.
   The first sort by thir own suggestion fell,
   Self-tempted, self-deprav'd: Man falls deceiv'd
   By the other first: Man therefore shall find grace,
   The other none: in Mercy and Justice both,
   Through Heav'n and Earth, so shall my glorie excel,
   But Mercy first and last shall brightest shine.
   Thus while God spake, ambrosial fragrance fill'd
   All Heav'n, and in the blessed Spirits elect
   Sense of new joy ineffable diffus'd:
   Beyond compare the Son of God was seen
   Most glorious, in him all his Father shon
   Substantially express'd, and in his face
   Divine compassion visibly appeerd,
   Love without end, and without measure Grace,
   Which uttering thus he to his Father spake.
   O Father, gracious was that word which clos'd
   Thy sovran sentence, that Man should find grace;
   For which both Heav'n and Earth shall high extoll
   Thy praises, with th' innumerable sound
   Of Hymns and sacred Songs, wherewith thy Throne
   Encompass'd shall resound thee ever blest.
   For should Man finally be lost, should Man
   Thy creature late so lov'd, thy youngest Son
   Fall circumvented thus by fraud, though joynd
   With his own folly? that be from thee farr,
   That farr be from thee, Father, who art Judge
   Of all things made, and judgest onely right.
   Or shall the Adversarie thus obtain
   His end, and frustrate thine, shall he fulfill
   His malice, and thy goodness bring to naught,
   Or proud return though to his heavier doom,
   Yet with revenge accomplish't and to Hell
   Draw after him the whole Race of mankind,
   By him corrupted? or wilt thou thy self
   Abolish thy Creation, and unmake,
   For him, what for thy glorie thou hast made?
   So should thy goodness and thy greatness both
   Be questiond and blaspheam'd without defence.
   To whom the great Creatour thus reply'd.
   O Son, in whom my Soul hath chief delight,
   Son of my bosom, Son who art alone
   My word, my wisdom, and effectual might,
   All hast thou spok'n as my thoughts are, all
   As my Eternal purpose hath decreed:
   Man shall not quite be lost, but sav'd who will,
   Yet not of will in him, but grace in me
   Freely voutsaft; once more I will renew
   His lapsed powers, though forfeit and enthrall'd
   By sin to foul exorbitant desires;
   Upheld by me, yet once more he shall stand
   On even ground against his mortal foe,
   By me upheld, that he may know how frail
   His fall'n condition is, and to me ow
   All his deliv'rance, and to none but me.
   Some I have chosen of peculiar grace
   Elect above the rest; so is my will:
   The rest shall hear me call, and oft be warnd
   Thir sinful state, and to appease betimes
   Th' incensed Deitie, while offerd grace
   Invites; for I will cleer thir senses dark,
   What may suffice, and soft'n stonie hearts
   To pray, repent, and bring obedience due.
   To prayer, repentance, and obedience due,
   Though but endevord with sincere intent,
   Mine eare shall not be slow, mine eye not shut.
   And I will place within them as a guide
   My Umpire CONSCIENCE, whom if they will hear,
   Light after light well us'd they shall attain,
   And to the end persisting, safe arrive.
   This my long sufferance and my day of grace
   They who neglect and scorn, shall never taste;
   But hard be hard'nd, blind be blinded more,
   That they may stumble on, and deeper fall;
   And none but such from mercy I exclude.
   But yet all is not don; Man disobeying,
   Disloyal breaks his fealtie, and sinns
   Against the high Supremacie of Heav'n,
   Affecting God-head, and so loosing all,
   To expiate his Treason hath naught left,
   But to destruction sacred and devote,
   He with his whole posteritie must die,
   Die hee or Justice must; unless for him
   Som other able, and as willing, pay
   The rigid satisfaction, death for death.
   Say Heav'nly Powers, where shall we find such love,
   Which of ye will be mortal to redeem
   Mans mortal crime, and just th' unjust to save,
   Dwels in all Heaven charitie so deare?
   He ask'd, but all the Heav'nly Quire stood mute,
   And silence was in Heav'n: on mans behalf
   Patron or Intercessor none appeerd,
   Much less that durst upon his own head draw
   The deadly forfeiture, and ransom set.
   And now without redemption all mankind
   Must have bin lost, adjudg'd to Death and Hell
   By doom severe, had not the Son of God,
   In whom the fulness dwels of love divine,
   His dearest mediation thus renewd.
   Father, thy word is past, man shall find grace;
   And shall grace not find means, that finds her way,
   The speediest of thy winged messengers,
   To visit all thy creatures, and to all
   Comes unprevented, unimplor'd, unsought,
   Happie for man, so coming; he her aide
   Can never seek, once dead in sins and lost;
   Attonement for himself or offering meet,
   Indebted and undon, hath none to bring:
   Behold mee then, mee for him, life for life
   I offer, on mee let thine anger fall;
   Account mee man; I for his sake will leave
   Thy bosom, and this glorie next to thee
   Freely put off, and for him lastly die
   Well pleas'd, on me let Death wreck all his rage;
   Under his gloomie power I shall not long
   Lie vanquisht; thou hast givn me to possess
   Life in my self for ever, by thee I live,
   Though now to Death I yeild, and am his due
   All that of me can die, yet that debt paid,
   Thou wilt not leave me in the loathsom grave
   His prey, nor suffer my unspotted Soule
   For ever with corruption there to dwell;
   But I shall rise Victorious, and subdue
   My Vanquisher, spoild of his vanted spoile;
   Death his deaths wound shall then receive, & stoop
   Inglorious, of his mortall sting disarm'd.
   I through the ample Air in Triumph high
   Shall lead Hell Captive maugre Hell, and show
   The powers of darkness bound. Thou at the sight
   Pleas'd, out of Heaven shalt look down and smile,
   While by thee rais'd I ruin all my Foes,
   Death last, and with his Carcass glut the Grave:
   Then with the multitude of my redeemd
   Shall enter Heaven long absent, and returne,
   Father, to see thy face, wherein no cloud
   Of anger shall remain, but peace assur'd,
   And reconcilement; wrauth shall be no more
   Thenceforth, but in thy presence Joy entire.
   His words here ended, but his meek aspect
   Silent yet spake, and breath'd immortal love
   To mortal men, above which only shon
   Filial obedience: as a sacrifice
   Glad to be offer'd, he attends the will
   Of his great Father. Admiration seis'd
   All Heav'n, what this might mean, & whither tend
   Wondring; but soon th' Almighty thus reply'd:
   O thou in Heav'n and Earth the only peace
   Found out for mankind under wrauth, O thou
   My sole complacence! well thou know'st how dear,
   To me are all my works, nor Man the least
   Though last created, that for him I spare
   Thee from my bosom and right hand, to save,
   By loosing thee a while, the whole Race lost.
   Thou therefore whom thou only canst redeeme,
   Thir Nature also to thy Nature joyne;
   And be thy self Man among men on Earth,
   Made flesh, when time shall be, of Virgin seed,
   By wondrous birth: Be thou in ADAMS room
   The Head of all mankind, though ADAMS Son.
   As in him perish all men, so in thee
   As from a second root shall be restor'd,
   As many as are restor'd, without thee none.
   His crime makes guiltie all his Sons, thy merit
   Imputed shall absolve them who renounce
   Thir own both righteous and unrighteous deeds,
   And live in thee transplanted, and from thee
   Receive new life. So Man, as is most just,
   Shall satisfie for Man, be judg'd and die,
   And dying rise, and rising with him raise
   His Brethren, ransomd with his own dear life.
   So Heav'nly love shal outdoo Hellish hate,
   Giving to death, and dying to redeeme,
   So dearly to redeem what Hellish hate
   So easily destroy'd, and still destroyes
   In those who, when they may, accept not grace.
   Nor shalt thou by descending to assume
   Mans Nature, less'n or degrade thine owne.
   Because thou hast, though Thron'd in highest bliss
   Equal to God, and equally enjoying
   God-like fruition, quitted all to save
   A World from utter loss, and hast been found
   By Merit more then Birthright Son of God,
   Found worthiest to be so by being Good,
   Farr more then Great or High; because in thee
   Love hath abounded more then Glory abounds,
   Therefore thy Humiliation shall exalt
   With thee thy Manhood also to this Throne;
   Here shalt thou sit incarnate, here shalt Reigne
   Both God and Man, Son both of God and Man,
   Anointed universal King; all Power
   I give thee, reign for ever, and assume
   Thy Merits; under thee as Head Supream
   Thrones, Princedoms, Powers, Dominions I reduce:
   All knees to thee shall bow, of them that bide
   In Heaven, or Earth, or under Earth in Hell;
   When thou attended gloriously from Heav'n
   Shalt in the Skie appeer, and from thee send
   The summoning Arch-Angels to proclaime
   Thy dread Tribunal: forthwith from all Windes
   The living, and forthwith the cited dead
   Of all past Ages to the general Doom
   Shall hast'n, such a peal shall rouse thir sleep.
   Then all thy Saints assembl'd, thou shalt judge
   Bad men and Angels, they arraignd shall sink
   Beneath thy Sentence; Hell, her numbers full,
   Thenceforth shall be for ever shut. Mean while
   The World shall burn, and from her ashes spring
   New Heav'n and Earth, wherein the just shall dwell
   And after all thir tribulations long
   See golden days, fruitful of golden deeds,
   With Joy and Love triumphing, and fair Truth.
   Then thou thy regal Scepter shalt lay by,
   For regal Scepter then no more shall need,
   God shall be All in All. But all ye Gods,
   Adore him, who to compass all this dies,
   Adore the Son, and honour him as mee.
   No sooner had th' Almighty ceas't, but all
   The multitude of Angels with a shout
   Loud as from numbers without number, sweet
   As from blest voices, uttering joy, Heav'n rung
   With Jubilee, and loud Hosanna's fill'd
   Th' eternal Regions: lowly reverent
   Towards either Throne they bow, & to the ground
   With solemn adoration down they cast
   Thir Crowns inwove with Amarant and Gold,
   Immortal Amarant, a Flour which once
   In Paradise, fast by the Tree of Life
   Began to bloom, but soon for mans offence
   To Heav'n remov'd where first it grew, there grows,
   And flours aloft shading the Fount of Life,
   And where the river of Bliss through midst of Heavn
   Rowls o're ELISIAN Flours her Amber stream;
   With these that never fade the Spirits Elect
   Bind thir resplendent locks inwreath'd with beams,
   Now in loose Garlands thick thrown off, the bright
   Pavement that like a Sea of Jasper shon
   Impurpl'd with Celestial Roses smil'd.
   Then Crown'd again thir gold'n Harps they took,
   Harps ever tun'd, that glittering by their side
   Like Quivers hung, and with Praeamble sweet
   Of charming symphonie they introduce
   Thir sacred Song, and waken raptures high;
   No voice exempt, no voice but well could joine
   Melodious part, such concord is in Heav'n.
   Thee Father first they sung Omnipotent,
   Immutable, Immortal, Infinite,
   Eternal King; thee Author of all being,
   Fountain of Light, thy self invisible
   Amidst the glorious brightness where thou sit'st
   Thron'd inaccessible, but when thou shad'st
   The full blaze of thy beams, and through a cloud
   Drawn round about thee like a radiant Shrine,
   Dark with excessive bright thy skirts appeer,
   Yet dazle Heav'n, that brightest Seraphim
   Approach not, but with both wings veil thir eyes.
   Thee next they sang of all Creation first,
   Begotten Son, Divine Similitude,
   In whose conspicuous count'nance, without cloud
   Made visible, th' Almighty Father shines,
   Whom else no Creature can behold; on thee
   Impresst the effulgence of his Glorie abides,
   Transfus'd on thee his ample Spirit rests.
   Hee Heav'n of Heavens and all the Powers therein
   By thee created, and by thee threw down
   Th' aspiring Dominations: thou that day
   Thy Fathers dreadful Thunder didst not spare,
   Nor stop thy flaming Chariot wheels, that shook
   Heav'ns everlasting Frame, while o're the necks
   Thou drov'st of warring Angels disarraid.
   Back from pursuit thy Powers with loud acclaime
   Thee only extold, Son of thy Fathers might,
   To execute fierce vengeance on his foes,
   Not so on Man; him through their malice fall'n,
   Father of Mercie and Grace, thou didst not doome
   So strictly, but much more to pitie encline:
   No sooner did thy dear and onely Son
   Perceive thee purpos'd not to doom frail Man
   So strictly, but much more to pitie enclin'd,
   He to appease thy wrauth, and end the strife
   Of Mercy and Justice in thy face discern'd,
   Regardless of the Bliss wherein hee sat
   Second to thee, offerd himself to die
   For mans offence. O unexampl'd love,
   Love no where to be found less then Divine!
   Hail Son of God, Saviour of Men, thy Name
   Shall be the copious matter of my Song
   Henceforth, and never shall my Harp thy praise
   Forget, nor from thy Fathers praise disjoine.
   Thus they in Heav'n, above the starry Sphear,
   Thir happie hours in joy and hymning spent.
   Mean while upon the firm opacous Globe
   Of this round World, whose first convex divides
   The luminous inferior Orbs, enclos'd
   From CHAOS and th' inroad of Darkness old,
   SATAN alighted walks: a Globe farr off
   It seem'd, now seems a boundless Continent
   Dark, waste, and wild, under the frown of Night
   Starless expos'd, and ever-threatning storms
   Of CHAOS blustring round, inclement skie;
   Save on that side which from the wall of Heav'n
   Though distant farr som small reflection gaines
   Of glimmering air less vext with tempest loud:
   Here walk'd the Fiend at large in spacious field.
   As when a Vultur on IMAUS bred,
   Whose snowie ridge the roving TARTAR bounds,
   Dislodging from a Region scarce of prey
   To gorge the flesh of Lambs or yeanling Kids
   On Hills where Flocks are fed, flies toward the Springs
   Of GANGES or HYDASPES, INDIAN streams;
   But in his way lights on the barren plaines
   Of SERICANA, where CHINESES drive
   With Sails and Wind thir canie Waggons light:
   So on this windie Sea of Land, the Fiend
   Walk'd up and down alone bent on his prey,
   Alone, for other Creature in this place
   Living or liveless to be found was none,
   None yet, but store hereafter from the earth
   Up hither like Aereal vapours flew
   Of all things transitorie and vain, when Sin
   With vanity had filld the works of men:
   Both all things vain, and all who in vain things
   Built thir fond hopes of Glorie or lasting fame,
   Or happiness in this or th' other life;
   All who have thir reward on Earth, the fruits
   Of painful Superstition and blind Zeal,
   Naught seeking but the praise of men, here find
   Fit retribution, emptie as thir deeds;
   All th' unaccomplisht works of Natures hand,
   Abortive, monstrous, or unkindly mixt,
   Dissolvd on earth, fleet hither, and in vain,
   Till final dissolution, wander here,
   Not in the neighbouring Moon, as some have dreamd;
   Those argent Fields more likely habitants,
   Translated Saints, or middle Spirits hold
   Betwixt th' Angelical and Human kinde:
   Hither of ill-joynd Sons and Daughters born
   First from the ancient World those Giants came
   With many a vain exploit, though then renownd:
   The builders next of BABEL on the Plain
   Of SENNAAR, and still with vain designe
   New BABELS, had they wherewithall, would build:
   Others came single; hee who to be deemd
   A God, leap'd fondly into AETNA flames,
   EMPEDOCLES, and hee who to enjoy
   PLATO'S ELYSIUM, leap'd into the Sea,
   CLEOMBROTUS, and many more too long,
   Embryo's and Idiots, Eremits and Friers
   White, Black and Grey, with all thir trumperie.
   Here Pilgrims roam, that stray'd so farr to seek
   In GOLGOTHA him dead, who lives in Heav'n;
   And they who to be sure of Paradise
   Dying put on the weeds of DOMINIC,
   Or in FRANCISCAN think to pass disguis'd;
   They pass the Planets seven, and pass the fixt,
   And that Crystalline Sphear whose ballance weighs
   The Trepidation talkt, and that first mov'd;
   And now Saint PETER at Heav'ns Wicket seems
   To wait them with his Keys, and now at foot
   Of Heav'ns ascent they lift thir Feet, when loe
   A violent cross wind from either Coast
   Blows them transverse ten thousand Leagues awry
   Into the devious Air; then might ye see
   Cowles, Hoods and Habits with thir wearers tost
   And flutterd into Raggs, then Reliques, Beads,
   Indulgences, Dispenses, Pardons, Bulls,
   The sport of Winds: all these upwhirld aloft
   Fly o're the backside of the World farr off
   Into a LIMBO large and broad, since calld
   The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown
   Long after, now unpeopl'd, and untrod;
   All this dark Globe the Fiend found as he pass'd,
   And long he wanderd, till at last a gleame
   Of dawning light turnd thither-ward in haste
   His travell'd steps; farr distant hee descries
   Ascending by degrees magnificent
   Up to the wall of Heaven a Structure high,
   At top whereof, but farr more rich appeerd
   The work as of a Kingly Palace Gate
   With Frontispice of Diamond and Gold
   Imbellisht, thick with sparkling orient Gemmes
   The Portal shon, inimitable on Earth
   By Model, or by shading Pencil drawn.
   The Stairs were such as whereon JACOB saw
   Angels ascending and descending, bands
   Of Guardians bright, when he from ESAU fled
   To PADAN-ARAM in the field of LUZ,
   Dreaming by night under the open Skie,
   And waking cri'd, This is the Gate of Heav'n.
   Each Stair mysteriously was meant, nor stood
   There alwaies, but drawn up to Heav'n somtimes
   Viewless, and underneath a bright Sea flow'd
   Of Jasper, or of liquid Pearle, whereon
   Who after came from Earth, sayling arriv'd,
   Wafted by Angels, or flew o're the Lake
   Rapt in a Chariot drawn by fiery Steeds.
   The Stairs were then let down, whether to dare
   The Fiend by easie ascent, or aggravate
   His sad exclusion from the dores of Bliss.
   Direct against which op'nd from beneath,
   Just o're the blissful seat of Paradise,
   A passage down to th' Earth, a passage wide,
   Wider by farr then that of after-times
   Over Mount SION, and, though that were large,
   Over the PROMIS'D LAND to God so dear,
   By which, to visit oft those happy Tribes,
   On high behests his Angels to and fro
   Pass'd frequent, and his eye with choice regard
   From PANEAS the fount of JORDANS flood
   To BEERSABA, where the HOLY LAND
   Borders on AEGYPT and the ARABIAN shoare;
   So wide the op'ning seemd, where bounds were set
   To darkness, such as bound the Ocean wave.
   SATAN from hence now on the lower stair
   That scal'd by steps of Gold to Heav'n Gate
   Looks down with wonder at the sudden view
   Of all this World at once. As when a Scout
   Through dark and desart wayes with peril gone
   All night; at last by break of chearful dawne
   Obtains the brow of some high-climbing Hill,
   Which to his eye discovers unaware
   The goodly prospect of some forein land
   First-seen, or some renownd Metropolis
   With glistering Spires and Pinnacles adornd,
   Which now the Rising Sun guilds with his beams.
   Such wonder seis'd, though after Heaven seen,
   The Spirit maligne, but much more envy seis'd
   At sight of all this World beheld so faire.
   Round he surveys, and well might, where he stood
   So high above the circling Canopie
   Of Nights extended shade; from Eastern Point
   Of LIBRA to the fleecie Starr that bears
   ANDROMEDA farr off ATLANTICK Seas
   Beyond th' HORIZON; then from Pole to Pole
   He views in bredth, and without longer pause
   Down right into the Worlds first Region throws
   His flight precipitant, and windes with ease
   Through the pure marble Air his oblique way
   Amongst innumerable Starrs, that shon
   Stars distant, but nigh hand seemd other Worlds,
   Or other Worlds they seemd, or happy Iles,
   Like those HESPERIAN Gardens fam'd of old,
   Fortunate Fields, and Groves and flourie Vales,
   Thrice happy Iles, but who dwelt happy there
   He stayd not to enquire: above them all
   The golden Sun in splendor likest Heaven
   Allur'd his eye: Thither his course he bends
   Through the calm Firmament; but up or downe
   By center, or eccentric, hard to tell,
   Or Longitude, where the great Luminarie
   Alooff the vulgar Constellations thick,
   That from his Lordly eye keep distance due,
   Dispenses Light from farr; they as they move
   Thir Sarry dance in numbers that compute
   Days, months, and years, towards his all-chearing Lamp
   Turn swift their various motions, or are turnd
   By his Magnetic beam, that gently warms
   The Univers, and to each inward part
   With gentle penetration, though unseen,
   Shoots invisible vertue even to the deep:
   So wondrously was set his Station bright.
   There lands the Fiend, a spot like which perhaps
   Astronomer in the Sun's lucent Orbe
   Through his glaz'd Optic Tube yet never saw.
   The place he found beyond expression bright,
   Compar'd with aught on Earth, Medal or Stone;
   Not all parts like, but all alike informd
   Which radiant light, as glowing Iron with fire;
   If mettal, part seemd Gold, part Silver cleer;
   If stone, Carbuncle most or Chrysolite,
   Rubie or Topaz, to the Twelve that shon
   In AARONS Brest-plate, and a stone besides
   Imagind rather oft then elsewhere seen,
   That stone, or like to that which here below
   Philosophers in vain so long have sought,
   In vain, though by thir powerful Art they binde
   Volatil HERMES, and call up unbound
   In various shapes old PROTEUS from the Sea,
   Draind through a Limbec to his Native forme.
   What wonder then if fields and regions here
   Breathe forth ELIXIR pure, and Rivers run
   Potable Gold, when with one vertuous touch
   Th' Arch-chimic Sun so farr from us remote
   Produces with Terrestrial Humor mixt
   Here in the dark so many precious things
   Of colour glorious and effect so rare?
   Here matter new to gaze the Devil met
   Undazl'd, farr and wide his eye commands,
   For sight no obstacle found here, nor shade,
   But all Sun-shine, as when his Beams at Noon
   Culminate from th' AEQUATOR, as they now
   Shot upward still direct, whence no way round
   Shadow from body opaque can fall, and the Aire,
   No where so cleer, sharp'nd his visual ray
   To objects distant farr, whereby he soon
   Saw within kenn a glorious Angel stand,
   The same whom JOHN saw also in the Sun:
   His back was turnd, but not his brightness hid;
   Of beaming sunnie Raies, a golden tiar
   Circl'd his Head, nor less his Locks behind
   Illustrious on his Shoulders fledge with wings
   Lay waving round; on som great charge imploy'd
   Hee seemd, or fixt in cogitation deep.
   Glad was the Spirit impure as now in hope
   To find who might direct his wandring flight
   To Paradise the happie seat of Man,
   His journies end and our beginning woe.
   But first he casts to change his proper shape,
   Which else might work him danger or delay:
   And now a stripling Cherube he appeers,
   Not of the prime, yet such as in his face
   Youth smil'd Celestial, and to every Limb
   Sutable grace diffus'd, so well he feignd;
   Under a Coronet his flowing haire
   In curles on either cheek plaid, wings he wore
   Of many a colourd plume sprinkl'd with Gold,
   His habit fit for speed succinct, and held
   Before his decent steps a Silver wand.
   He drew not nigh unheard, the Angel bright,
   Ere he drew nigh, his radiant visage turnd,
   Admonisht by his eare, and strait was known
   Th' Arch-Angel URIEL, one of the seav'n
   Who in Gods presence, neerest to his Throne
   Stand ready at command, and are his Eyes
   That run through all the Heav'ns, or down to th' Earth
   Bear his swift errands over moist and dry,
   O're Sea and Land: him SATAN thus accostes;
   URIEL, for thou of those seav'n Spirits that stand
   In sight of God's high Throne, gloriously bright,
   The first art wont his great authentic will
   Interpreter through highest Heav'n to bring,
   Where all his Sons thy Embassie attend;
   And here art likeliest by supream decree
   Like honour to obtain, and as his Eye
   To visit oft this new Creation round;
   Unspeakable desire to see, and know
   All these his wondrous works, but chiefly Man,
   His chief delight and favour, him for whom
   All these his works so wondrous he ordaind,
   Hath brought me from the Quires of Cherubim
   Alone thus wandring. Brightest Seraph tell
   In which of all these shining Orbes hath Man
   His fixed seat, or fixed seat hath none,
   But all these shining Orbes his choice to dwell;
   That I may find him, and with secret gaze,
   Or open admiration him behold
   On whom the great Creator hath bestowd
   Worlds, and on whom hath all these graces powrd;
   That both in him and all things, as is meet,
   The Universal Maker we may praise;
   Who justly hath drivn out his Rebell Foes
   To deepest Hell, and to repair that loss
   Created this new happie Race of Men
   To serve him better: wise are all his wayes.
   So spake the false dissembler unperceivd;
   For neither Man nor Angel can discern
   Hypocrisie, the only evil that walks
   Invisible, except to God alone,
   By his permissive will, through Heav'n and Earth:
   And oft though wisdom wake, suspicion sleeps
   At wisdoms Gate, and to simplicitie
   Resigns her charge, while goodness thinks no ill
   Where no ill seems: Which now for once beguil'd
   URIEL, though Regent of the Sun, and held
   The sharpest sighted Spirit of all in Heav'n;
   Who to the fraudulent Impostor foule
   In his uprightness answer thus returnd.
   Faire Angel, thy desire which tends to know
   The works of God, thereby to glorifie
   The great Work-Maister, leads to no excess
   That reaches blame, but rather merits praise
   The more it seems excess, that led thee hither
   From thy Empyreal Mansion thus alone,
   To witness with thine eyes what some perhaps
   Contented with report heare onely in heav'n:
   For wonderful indeed are all his works,
   Pleasant to know, and worthiest to be all
   Had in remembrance alwayes with delight;
   But what created mind can comprehend
   Thir number, or the wisdom infinite
   That brought them forth, but hid thir causes deep.
   I saw when at his Word the formless Mass,
   This worlds material mould, came to a heap:
   Confusion heard his voice, and wilde uproar
   Stood rul'd, stood vast infinitude confin'd;
   Till at his second bidding darkness fled,
   Light shon, and order from disorder sprung:
   Swift to thir several Quarters hasted then
   The cumbrous Elements, Earth, Flood, Aire, Fire,
   And this Ethereal quintessence of Heav'n
   Flew upward, spirited with various forms,
   That rowld orbicular, and turnd to Starrs
   Numberless, as thou seest, and how they move;
   Each had his place appointed, each his course,
   The rest in circuit walles this Universe.
   Look downward on that Globe whose hither side
   With light from hence, though but reflected, shines;
   That place is Earth the seat of Man, that light
   His day, which else as th' other Hemisphere
   Night would invade, but there the neighbouring Moon
   (So call that opposite fair Starr) her aide
   Timely interposes, and her monthly round
   Still ending, still renewing, through mid Heav'n;
   With borrowd light her countenance triform
   Hence fills and empties to enlighten th' Earth,
   And in her pale dominion checks the night.
   That spot to which I point is PARADISE,
   ADAMS abode, those loftie shades his Bowre.
   Thy way thou canst not miss, me mine requires.
   Thus said, he turnd, and SATAN bowing low,
   As to superior Spirits is wont in Heaven,
   Where honour due and reverence none neglects,
   Took leave, and toward the coast of Earth beneath,
   Down from th' Ecliptic, sped with hop'd success,
   Throws his steep flight with many an Aerie wheele,
   Nor staid, till on NIPHATES top he lights.

BOOK IV.

   O For that warning voice, which he who saw
   Th' APOCALYPS, heard cry in Heaven aloud,
   Then when the Dragon, put to second rout,
   Came furious down to be reveng'd on men,
   WO TO THE INHABITANTS ON EARTH! that now,
   While time was, our first Parents had bin warnd
   The coming of thir 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 man-kind,
   To wreck on innocent frail man his loss
   Of that first Battel, and his flight to Hell:
   Yet not rejoycing in his speed, though bold,
   Far off and fearless, nor with cause to boast,
   Begins his dire attempt, which nigh the birth
   Now rowling, boiles in his tumultuous brest,
   And like a devillish Engine back recoiles
   Upon himself; horror and doubt distract
   His troubl'd thoughts, and from the bottom stirr
   The Hell within him, for within him Hell
   He brings, and round about him, nor from Hell
   One step no more then from himself can fly
   By change of place: Now conscience wakes despair
   That slumberd, wakes the bitter memorie
   Of what he was, what is, and what must be
   Worse; of worse deeds worse sufferings must ensue.
   Sometimes towards EDEN which now in his view
   Lay pleasant, his grievd look he fixes sad,
   Sometimes towards Heav'n and the full-blazing Sun,
   Which now sat high in his Meridian Towre:
   Then much revolving, thus in sighs began.
   O thou that with surpassing Glory crownd,
   Look'st from thy sole Dominion like the God
   Of this new World; at whose sight all the Starrs
   Hide thir diminisht heads; to thee I call,
   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 Spheare;
   Till Pride and worse Ambition threw me down
   Warring in Heav'n against Heav'ns matchless King:
   Ah wherefore! he deservd 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.
   What could be less then to afford him praise,
   The easiest recompence, and pay him thanks,
   How due! yet all his good prov'd ill in me,
   And wrought but malice; lifted up so high
   I sdeind subjection, and thought one step higher
   Would set me highest, and in a moment quit
   The debt immense of endless gratitude,
   So burthensome, still paying, still to ow;
   Forgetful what from him I still receivd,
   And understood not that a grateful mind
   By owing owes not, but still pays, at once
   Indebted and dischargd; what burden then?
   O had his powerful Destiny ordaind
   Me some inferiour Angel, I had stood
   Then happie; no unbounded hope had rais'd